i look in the Mirror
what do i see
i see something
that isn’t me
it is not
what i wish to be
i am not
happy with me
in my life
i have seen
many things
that haunt my dreams
feeling as if
i have nothing
knowing that
i have nothing
pursuing this Enigma
solving this Mystery
why don’t i
like me
asking questions
crying please
i’ll keep screaming
for all Eternity
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 