Me, She, & Poetry

What we are never changes, but
who we are rearranges

just as often as the seasons change.

I've changed so much, I've forgotten what I am

although I've never even met

the real me at all.

I've fallen so deep, I cant keep track of what I lack

because stacks of disguises pile high

as I go through self destruction

almost every other week,

while I seek for

self foundation.

This daily concentration

leads me Elsewhere.

I mean, where else can I find Me?

I don't even know who She is...

Stop acting like you know Me,
when there's no Me

that has been constructed.

When the definition of

"self"

is published,

copywritten,

with all rights reserved...

that's when you'll deserve

to know She.

Show Me who or what makes Me what I am-
for what I am never changes..

I'd like to stop changing,

stop rearranging

the pieces of me

because I believe I am only ONE piece.

A masterpiece

of "self" - whoever that may be.

...

Dusting my shelves of history now,

the ongoing mystery has evolved,

been solved,

and discovered, uncovering the

"what" that is missing-

I am "what" you make of me...

I am poetry.