ME
by Lola
Who is this “me”?
the pieces are falling,
skittering, sprawling
all over the place
at an unsettling pace
Who am I to be?
How am I to feel?
Discombobulating,
feelings luring and baiting
ready and waiting
to make me reel.
What is the time?
Past, future, present
with fraudulent intent
mix up to confuse me
to bruise and abuse me
outlasting the crime.
When will it end?
the strength-sapping fighting
my attempt at re-writing
this future foregone?
I’m not yet done.
My mind is unsteady
but I am not ready
to bend
anymore.
Who needs normal?! 