that isn't me!
i scream as i stare at the drawing you've done
yet you say its me...
but she's so horrible
a person i'd never want to even meet, let alone share dinner with
let alone share souls with....
but is it me?
an insult is only an insult because you're scared it's true
i suppose fear really does destroy happiness
please, that isn't me?
your forked tongue forms words i don't want to hear
but you say i never want to hear you
is that why
my hands, palms, tingle
that ssensation i only get when pieces of my soul are being played in a chess game
my head spins. do i really portray myself that way
if i do, then i am her, then the drawing is acurate and i am her...
pretending is great but sometimes it sticks
i need a new character before i am her
please. please... i'm not her?
please. that isn't me!

21 october 1997 * waining crescent moon