Just Like Me Poem by Cherie Mort

I've missed your metal fingers
I've missed their ghastly touch
I've missed the way they make me feel
When I already feel so much

Sometimes when I lay in bed
Thoughts of you swirl into my head
No one works with such precision
Only your and my decision

You have to face the world's derision
I face the world with my submission
They beat me down into a box
Without you, they can't give it locks

Nor can they take the keys from me
But I have given willingly
And I submit to lying here
Within this gloomy atmosphere

You can't come with me where I go
There's people that'll stop us, you know
People who pretend to care
People with colorful masks to wear

People who say, ''Such a shame''
People who ask, ''Who's to blame? ''
Pointing fingers at all they see
One at you and three at me

They don't seem to understand
What it is we have at hand
Lives are here, rotting away
In filleted layers we decay

I lie down and cross my arms
But the damage is done; so is the harm
It bites you back in two and three
So please, don't end up just like me