Elucidating Questions

Old friend

Who?

No one

I don’t look like my pictures

It’s a bad thing

But I don’t know how I should look

Which face is it? Which face?

All I see is in the mirror and it lies

Didn’t want to stay awake so I took drugs

I have way too many drugs

Getting drunk is now a calculated decision to cause the affects on the side of the pill bottle

And I have to keep to the choices I’ve made

I’ve made

Blue on top

Purple in the middle and Green just below

Those who whisper in my ear

No particular order

It makes a good triangle

Trying displace the me who I don’t recognize that everyone says they see

They just have names because I’m so tired of the voices in my head and I can yell louder if they have a name

They said you can’t imagine volume of words

So I can

But the sun’s hand was on my face

That’s the truth

Metaphorically

I don’t want to show a face that isn’t mine

But every time I look it’s not the way it was supposed to go

It just goes the way it’s not supposed to go

Every time though