A twisted poem about change not wanted and not really understood. |
-Who I Was- by Keaton Foster I am not Who I was I have become Someone else A different being Of scope and detail A monstrous man Increasingly devoid Of any real chance I know that I will die I am sure that I Will kill myself If not so instantly Then quite certainly Over a stretch of time My feverous mind A prison so inclined To punish me For what I have not a clue Nor any real truth All that I know Sadly is a lie A game of games Being played Unwillingly I must say I have never stood Any significant chance And when it seemed As if I did Such optimism was crushed Ripped from my being And replaced With this sea of negativity In which I have since Been slowly drowning Treading water all while Sinking just a bit more Down into the depths Forever will I go Who I was I will never be I am not that person I am someone else Something definable To everyone else but me They point and scream As I turn and flee But before I leave I spill these words Lessening some of the load That is weighing me down I use these crafted messages Of abundant absurdity Praying that they understand I hope that in time Such an identifiable tragedy Will leave then saying To this man’s madness I am in some way relating Only then will they understand Only then, if ever Will I be allowed to be Who I was And not Who it is I’ve become… Who I Was Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |