This Is Anyone

This Is Me

By: Allie Hill

I'm a writer

but I'm not.

I try to express

the way I see

the world

through words

and they take

flight from my

notebook pages

like paper birds

I'm a fighter

but I'm not

I have my guard

up no matter what

I hide inside

to confide

in the confines

of my own

mind

I'm a visionary

but I'm not.

I'm blind

I can't see

I'm lost out

at sea

in waves of emotion

set in motion

I'm lost in this ocean.

I'm prepared for war

but I'm not.

I thought we had

fought it all out

we wont listen,

we have treason

and anger

pent up in our system

I'm real

but I'm not.

I put up my fake front

and facade

call out to god

for direction

as if god was really

going to show.

for all I know

it's fake too

religion is just

an imposed decision

pressed on to us like

a thousand pounds

I'm crawling

calling for help

on this ground

but god was

nowhere

to be found.

I'm sane

but I'm not.

I have an unsound

mind

a tainted

brain.

a deranged imagination

starved of creation

I'm disturbed

and unheard

I am a child of the

wild frontier

maniac of

the year

insane and full

of fear

no one will hear

what I have to say

I bought into the notion

that I'm

okay.

that I'm alright.

but in the darkness of

the night

swallowed into a void

of pain,

I realize I truly

define insane.

I'm a disease, a problem

like a million

blood clots,

or like a tangled chain

with too many knots.

I'm flawed with too

many thoughts

but I'm not.



Photo By Allie Hill