I am me, then there is he~
He, who is fragmented, un-whole, dirty~
He, who sees only incompletion and regret~
He, who hears naught but whispers of lack~
I am me, then there is he~
He, the odd one who can’t fit the mold~
He, who feels smothered by his own skin~
He who’s feet can’t touch the earth~
I am me, then there is he~
He, who is small, frail, girlish at best~
He, who is shunned, shamed, chosen last~
He, who is never enough, enough for me~
I am me, not the other who casts shadows~
Day and night shadows come to play~
I cannot gaze into my own reflection,
for I know not the mirror’s depth,
or the boy I will find within~
I am me , then there is he~
Written age 13
Copyright © Satprem 2012
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