Becoming Me

Just Me

(7-22-03)

I am alive
Because of intellect.
My emotions want me
Dead.
We have lengthy discussions.
Flesh must sometimes be
Sacrificed
To make clear
My point.
My brain
However fragile,
Must keep the kingdom
Intact.
An insect whispers
In my ear
And the fight begins
Again.
So easy to think.
So hard to feel.
Shut the doors,
Turn out the lights.
Revel in the beauty of
Your ugly,
Ugly self.
Mock the women who find you
Less attractive than you think
You are.
Curse the ones who left you for
Something better.
All of this
Amounts to nothing in
The end.
In the end
There always was
And always will be
Just me,
Just me.