I awoke
and thought I already know,
is what is used to think,
said it a lot to myself,
not really understanding my own feelings,
a lot of taking without giving
on both ends of the spectrum.
I like to think I’m different now,
but I do sometimes feel the same.
Alone even when I got someone beside me,
I wish I could live as someone else.
When I wake up their eyes open,
when I speak their mouth moves,
when I walk they take the step.
The same experiences, but it’s just not me.
To be honest sometimes it feels like that,
a contradiction I know,
maybe that’s why I feel like this,
because it’s already happening, feeling
like an imposter in your own body
when it’s the only one you know.
For some reason when I see myself
in a dream it’s always in the third person,
even in memories sometimes.
Quite odd, maybe this is why
I want to be someone else but remain the same person
like that blue girl in the X-Men, Mystique
to observe a world without being seen.
A stupid thought from a stupid person.
Fighting with myself to get away from the strangeness
of my mind, but I know there are stranger things in this world,
turn on the TV and you’ll see it.