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Me.

I crave the me that you see.

I have lost sight of my own eyes.

Disbelief has made my reflection compromised.

As if my head has been disconnected.

My heart, my brain, infected.

 

I feel like an absentee.

I crave the me that you see.

So much potential you say

Do I believe you or fade away?

How much of me am thee?

Like tasting fruit from a poisonous tree.

 

I try to give the third degree

I crave the me that you see

Me is turning into you.

A lost soul with no point of view,

A vision of what you craved

This is the path that you paved.

 

But I will be an escapee

A mirror I will come across

My poetry is like my sign of the cross.

A reflection that my mind can recognize

I will not need the sight of my eyes.

To crave the me that I read.

 

~HonestLynne