Me me me

I have been me for some time now,

loving the shadows in which I was born.

Hell has fury for me to enjoy,

flames dancing around me as I play.

I have me on my mind when I am me,

nothing to take me away from me.

I see with eyes that were given to me,

only to find me in the mirror.

Looking out past who I am,

only the blackness knows my name.

Me in the morning when I wake up,

to me laying down my head to sleep.

I have had dreams of being other people,

but for a good thing I woke up being me.

I hate who I was when I wasn’t myself,

knowing that I am the only one that could handle me.

Look into me if you think you know me,

tell me what do you see when I smile.

If you too have the same understanding,

damn it is wonderful just to be me.









Johnny Newell