Elucidating Questions

Me, myself, and I, we do not get along.

There’s far to much going on for us to be in that zone.

I want to free myself myself wants to be freed.

I don’t want to fight with me, but all I see is greed.

The moment that I see myself I want to look away.

If I asked me a question I only know what I would say.

Me, I’d like to be loved a while, myself needs to be heard, I keep my mouth shut,

But they see every word

That isn’t said or spoken or ends up in the box.

An outsider would think they’d enslaved our thoughts and want us to break out.

But me, myself, and I, we do not know what to do with us.

No one knows me, myself is invisible, and I am filled with doubt.

How to get out of the box, when closing myself in,

But if it is invisible,

What is it to them?

Beyond our gates is the world our gates into the world

But who is it you’re speaking to, it’s hard not to pretend,

That I don’t say what I’m thinking, unless I’m trying to relate.

That even with me right beside myself I’d still insist

That I’m okay.

I run away.

While all along the music plays because it’s all we’ve agreed on but lately

I hear myself wonder if the music hates me.

Listening makes me nervous, it makes me feel like I’m going wrong.

It doesn’t make me feel good it just makes me feel so alone all along.

I wonder if it’s because I hate myself or if myself hates me.

Sometimes we ask us why,

For no specific reason

Many reasons

So many reasons

Sometimes they ask us

Why don’t you give yourself a try

And I don’t know,

And I look at myself and think

If they don’t like me, and I don’t like myself

But they insist they love me, but I don’t know if it’s possible to show me

Without me forgetting when I throw myself into the deep end again by

Feeling something too much or trying too hard and

Needing to tear me apart when it gets too hard

There’s just no getting along.

We’ve spent so long together,

That even though we’re all convinced loving yourself is essential

I just can’t find the time to love me, and I can’t be bothered with myself.

I keep losing myself and then wondering if I care and when I do care

It’s not like I’ve got anywhere to put all the baggage I bring with myself.

And if the problem was me all along,

I’d rather just scream at myself

It’s impossible to find me, I’ve looked.

I can’t seem to get a straight answer out of myself

And it knows where we hide.

Do you see what I do?