A FUGITIVE OF MYSELF

You can see the shadows left inside my shell-

that have been left after I left myself.

I couldn't take all this pain,

so I up and crawled off to somewhere else.

You may say,

that I am coward to abscond,

But I say that ... where would I be if I had not?

I have torn the poetry from my walls,

and Byron's words now lie upon the floor,

Childe Harold's exploits are not my own,

and instead I am a fugitive of myself.

Where would I be if I ever caught up to myself?

I don't know and I'm not sure,

and I'm not sure that I want to find out.

Copyright Š2005 Ashi Shadow
3/3/05 on Katie. (I would be much more depressed if I were not repressing my personality and my desires to seek out the things that make me feel like me).