I start with a space
on a big white screen…
By the time you get
this, I will be gone.
You frantically try
to track me down, even try to trace my ip address. You just hit a dead end, I
guess.
I paint beautiful
pictures for your fantasy.
I write songs and
melody for your dreams.
I kill them. I
leave. I am gone.
I am jealous when
you make it to the top.
I am happy when you
share the space with me.
I am happier when I
push you down.
I am handled in
relationships.
I am tossed in love.
I am what I am not
supposed to be.
I can shout but I
cant make noise.
I can speak but for
a mouth piece.
I am condemned for
having an opinion.
I am not when I am a
follower.
I cant breathe when
the air is clean.
I am scared I will
be seen.
What brings me to
this I do not know.
The hypothesis of
being unknown.
I read I forget. I
write I delete. I feel everything for I fall for it.
I am evil when I am
good, I am God when I am devil.
I hide from the
light for it shines too bright.
I thought I was
right every time I was not.
It doesn’t make
sense isn't it.
You are becoming
restless, what was is this all about.
But trust me you
never wanna know.
You will just read
it and shrink your brow.
Aglet is a new word
I learnt, but it ain't gonna matter, leave it alone.
I can be anywhere. I
am here and everywhere.
Your next cubicle,
your soul's meanest corner.
I am there, but I
may not appear.
I am 'Not Me' ever.
