I Am Me

So dirty as my life tries to be. The dirt climbs me as I push down, feeling the mess that touches me in the moment that holds me down in the world that I've lived in, I have known the holder of my existence. I feel the tremors under the room that has been my issue in this place of scare of just new sounds that come from the closet. It's the one that comes from the wall, maybe the floor…sounding out and coming just for me. I now sit and I don't talk. Please stop trying to connect to me. I know now I'm done from your touch of a non moment. As I get punched to the side of my face I sit by the grass by the only pole in an area I realize I’m just me that is nothing but a place on a street of walking… I move as the one comes for me as he always does. You know him. Don't ask me to not be who I am… You don’t win, I am just me from not a place that is where I came from. Just under the place that no one wants to know… I am me as I always was… in