Song of Myself – circa 2004, my senior year of High School

Sometimes I feel

My skin

Is outside of me

An ornamental cage

Richly gilded

And amazingly flexible

Responding to

Half formed thoughts

Whispers of emotions

Deep within

The chasms of my mind

 –

But it is not me

Only echoes

Of deepness

That is me

 –

The clothes I wear

The words that spill

Sometimes without proper check

The features that I cannot change

The work that forms

From my wandering fingertips

 –

It is not me

And yet I am always

And only

Intensely me

 –

Sometimes I hide

And keep the words in

That reveal the deeper

Parts of me

Perhaps out of fear

Of offending another’s

Sensibilities

Though usually not

Sometimes out of realization

Of the futilely

Of sharing myself

With those who wouldn’t

Can’t

Understand

That I’m not

Simply what they perceive

 –

Depth

Layers

Facets

Chasms

Mazes

So many words to describe

How much of one

There is

 –

We are so much more

Yet infinitely less

Than we ourselves

Think and know

 –

A paradox perhaps in making

Humans more complex

Than they could understand

 –

But I am always me

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