Me vs. YOU
By Toni Whisenant
Me against the world.
Again, by myself.
No one standing by my side.
No strength to carry on.
Tears fall down my face.
I'm afraid to see
What is ahead of me.
I'm afraid to be
What everyone wants of me.
I cannot see through the fog.
Nor do I want to.
My pain consists of
All of me.
None of me.
Most of me.
A little of me.
A bit of me.
Some of me.
Yet, of course,
Not enough of me.
My pain subsides,
And increases.
I cannot rise to the occasion.
I cannot rise above the pain.
The world is not on my side...
I'm on my own,
Left to teach,
Learn,
Hate,
Love,
Scream at,
Whisper to,
Create,
And destroy
What I know as me.
What I know of me.
What I know becomes me.
And sooner or later,
I will devour me.
And then,
Only then,
Can I say I'm above my pain.