ME
Who all knows.........
Who all knows what it is that I can see......
if what I see, can not be me
I see in shadows, of despairing quakes;
I remember them, even when awake.
The colors fade to cast those shades -
the images that my brain had made;
The monsters of my past are few.......
I can't see me, but I can see you.
The mirrors do not cast my shape........
my image goes unseen.......
Living in a nightmare -
Living in a dream.
The monsters live in the present day.....
in my life, that I'm living today.
Who all knows what it is that I can see.......
if what I see, can not be me.
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