A strange poem about me and my need to pretend as part of how I have survived. |
- -This Is Me Pretending- by Keaton Foster Hammer in hand With this gun I’m the man With any blade I can create And thus deal in fear Those to be victims Always attempt to flee Oh how they scream Continuously saying Have some mercy Quick to reply They’ll be none You deserve me And I require you Never is any act A random event Of unbridled madness All that I do All that I’ve ever done Increasingly calculated Few variables are manipulated Upon the path Always I am walking Sometimes I stumble But never have I tripped Never have I fallen down This is me pretending What exactly I will never really say No single person Not even the man that is me Could have had every damn ounce Of such madness happen to them And not ended up this way A survival mechanism If there ever was one Most of what you see Fabricated upon the spine of truth Deviated in the heart of sadness This very mind unwound Open and free Cracked as the base and crown Unbound by any rationale Unhinged by every idea Left in a state of descending fears Once you survive so much Then everything after that Becomes quite easy Almost to the point of mundane What makes most run Makes people like me Stand very tall and quite still This is me pretending Of course there are pieces Many of truth that I’m sending But overall all that I am saying Is one big well-orchestrated lie A thoroughly imagined And intricately crafted blurbed You will have to come to decide Read much of what I’ve penned Before your make any judgment Any educated decision about me I’m a pacifist and pacifist like me Can’t bring themselves to kill However I do indeed suffer From a severe form of OCD OCD to a level often unseen Mix that with my need to be heard And reverence for climactic words Then I must admit That the gloves are off Everything becomes an option There is nothing beyond reason This is me pretending Maybe someday in the future Or in the immediate present I’ll stop pretending Maybe someday these words Will no longer be enough What will happen after that Honestly I just can’t say… This Is Me Pretending Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. by Keaton Foster Hammer in hand With this gun I’m the man With any blade I can create And thus deal in fear Those to be victims Always attempt to flee Oh how they scream Continuously saying Have some mercy Quick to reply They’ll be none You deserve me And I require you Never is any act A random event Of unbridled madness All that I do All that I’ve ever done Increasingly calculated Few variables are manipulated Upon the path Always I am walking Sometimes I stumble But never have I tripped Never have I fallen down This is me pretending What exactly I will never really say No single person Not even the man that is me Could have had every damn ounce Of such madness happen to them And not ended up this way A survival mechanism If there ever was one Most of what you see Fabricated upon the spine of truth Deviated in the heart of sadness This very mind unwound Open and free Cracked as the base and crown Unbound by any rationale Unhinged by every idea Left in a state of descending fears Once you survive so much Then everything after that Becomes quite easy Almost to the point of mundane What makes most run Makes people like me Stand very tall and quite still This is me pretending Of course there are pieces Many of truth that I’m sending But overall all that I am saying Is one big well-orchestrated lie A thoroughly imagined And intricately crafted blurbed You will have to come to decide Read much of what I’ve penned Before your make any judgment Any educated decision about me I’m a pacifist and pacifist like me Can’t bring themselves to kill However I do indeed suffer From a severe form of OCD OCD to a level often unseen Mix that with my need to be heard And reverence for climactic words Then I must admit That the gloves are off Everything becomes an option There is nothing beyond reason This is me pretending Maybe someday in the future Or in the immediate present I’ll stop pretending Maybe someday these words Will no longer be enough What will happen after that Honestly I just can’t say… This Is Me Pretending Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |