Question of self
I ask myself if I really know you,
but I don't even know me.
my mind spins with a thousand things:
burning questions
cold answers
fanciful scenes
unfulfilled day dreams.
I want to know everything.
Sometimes I wonder if I am real
or just someone's dream.
I keep trapping myself in
the illusion of who I think I ought to be.
I get the feeling that I'm the only one
who can save me...from me.
-srw
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