This Is Me

-This Is Me-
by Keaton Foster



This is me
Limited
Resistive
Intensely barricaded
And habitually predicated
Living an inescapable past
I should know better
But as always
Somehow I refuse
Like a wound
Upon my soul
I wear my life
Both former and present
The fit is tight
Snug
Suffocating to some
People who know me
Those who try to love me
Are as always concerned
They see me standing
Right here
Upon this squared edge
Pointing off into forever
Screaming of where I belong
And how I don’t want any of them
Not a damn one to follow me
Into the darkness of my plight
I’ve earned the right to be alone
It’s all that I am capable of
From the day of my birth
I was handed over to nothing
And nothing is where I belong
My mother once said
This child, my son, unwanted
Take him from my sight
Remove him from our life
Never again do I wish
To look into his empty eyes
Nothing of his future
Concerns me right now
I have survived his birth
And I will survive his absence
I was driven far away
To a home for wayward boys
I was given a bed
A place to lay my troubled head
I was given a name
Always it seemed mired in shame
I was given a chance
But in reality there was none
Like a pariah without a stage
I continually performed for no one
I showed no promise or future
Just harrowing darkness
To the enth degree
I was seen as strange
Weirdness in a world of insane
Those charged with my care
Many of times I heard them say
Point and matter of fact
This one could be adopted
But there are others far more suited
Far more obtainable
I was never told what was wrong
I was left to my own dark diagnosis
This is me
Simple does it all now seem
I am here in this time and place
A lifetime away from those days
But I must admit little has changed
I still wish to be alone
Both in my world
And in my skin and bones
I am safe because I know
What it means to have no one
And as before I’m fine with that…


This Is Me
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.