tall grass
I feel that if people were to get to know me that they would be surprised. Startled, even. I'm different people on different days. You may know me now but you might not know me tomorrow. One day I'm a child. Whimsical and curious. I'm gentle and kind and your best friend. I'm eccentric and I contradict myself so often you're not sure if I even am who I say I am. One day I'm arrogant. I'm cold and distant and I look at you like I don't know you and you've just spit on my boot. I'm no one to you. Not even to myself.
I say this through my perception. I say this as I look at myself. How I treat myself.
I can't even tell you how crazy I might be. Some days I wouldn't have a second thought, I wouldn't think to question sanity.
Today, I am insane.
Today, I am who I am.
Today, I am to be loved and cherished, by no one at all.
By myself.
And everyone disappears.
I say this through my perception. I say this as I look at myself. How I treat myself.
I can't even tell you how crazy I might be. Some days I wouldn't have a second thought, I wouldn't think to question sanity.
Today, I am insane.
Today, I am who I am.
Today, I am to be loved and cherished, by no one at all.
By myself.
And everyone disappears.