I am not the same person I was
Just a minute ago
I have been broken down
Built up to resemble someone else
Ripped apart, patched up
Still not myself
Like a shadow hanging loosely around
Changing form, size and shape according to the direction of light
I promise this is the last time
The last time I obliterate myself
To restore me to ME
But then again,
I said that a minute ago...


  • Author: KCO III (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 8th, 2017 03:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: "Be the best version of yourself"... yeah? Well who am I?
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 63
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