Unself

Whoever I was before
I’m not the same,
not anymore.
Not the same person
Not even the same face.
There is not one single trace
That remains here as it was before.

I don’t really know what happened
But whoever I was, know I’m gone.
I don’t think it’s for the better
I just hope that it is more
Than whatever it was
That ever I was before.

I never knew me,
no one knew me
(they wouldn’t bother;
It’s easy and carefree
Not to bother)

I think
I would’ve liked me…
But someone shaped me
And carelessly outpaced me
Into this strangest vision
Unworthy commission
Of a someone
That doesn’t
Exist.

All that is left of me is the intentional form of this poem. And no one worthy will bother.