"My Life"
My life is a struggle:
Wastefully focusing on surfacing.
Wondering if I'm breathing in a bubble,
Just waiting for Fate to take my place
On the last lap of the human race.
When my time comes, do I stand and face
The past mistakes I made
Or lie awake and pray?
I am what you see:
A shut door, for my privacy.
A blank wall that stands tall only
When it needs to be reminded
Of the dangers it blocks off.
A stranger who calls often
Enough to know your name,
Yet not the things you want to change.
So here I am:
Designer of my sympathies.
Destroying the innocent boy,
The part of me that
Ought to be inside-out.
Defining the line between you and I,
Hiding in the divide I tried climbing from,
But instead, fell in two and stayed to die.
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Posted Jul 12, 2016, 6:42 PM UTC
I like this a lot. Is the "defining the line between you and I" part referring to the narrator and his younger self, or another person?
I really dig the way it's laid out, but I can't tell if the narrator is talking to himself, or an outsider.
"You" was just a singular term for everyone else. "Defining the line between you and I" was my way of saying that the narrator feels distant and separate from the rest of humanity.