My Selves And I

Wherever I may walk
I end up where I am
I am being followed
By a mirror of a man
If it keeps happening
And who says it will not
I will end up trampled
By all the selves Iíve got
This may make no sense
It may even be fallacious
But I know so many of me
Is a cause to be vexatious
In the fullness of all time
The way things play out
Iíll be giving out numbers
To know what Iím all about

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-17 at 14:34

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I like this. It's hard being me. I mean you. I mean ourselves. I mean human.