In Between

There is someone inside me.

Hello?!Who are you?

There is someone inside me.

She takes over,

She changes me.

She never asks if she may.

She never says how long she’ll stay.

And when she’s around

I turn quiet, I frown.

There is someone inside me.

Hello?!Who’s there?

When she’s inside me

There’s nobody there.

I turn empty…

Sad…

Alone…

Who’s there?

Get out!

Let Me Be!

There is someone inside me.

She is confused.

There is someone inside me.

She may come only for a day,

But, she may stay, and stay, and

stay.


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About Debbie Shahar

My thoughts, fears, feelings... intertwine. They change. I do not sometimes. They too sometimes stay the same. The song in me wants to fly free. The bird has it. I need it. I cannot Let me be. "Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning." (1-4, Stevie Smith, from: Not Waving but Drowning") background image of Gravatar: photographer AB Troen, my youngest brother.

Posted on July 28, 2011, in Depression, emptiness, identity, loneliness and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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