My Living Example. Poem by Victoria Thompson

All those words have lost their significance
Nettled and captured by grim reappearances.

It's my time to become, to be used
Split up, chasing a idea.

Reasurring, myself that it's alright.
Will I ever be taught 'normal'?

A quiet tremor of a million fingers.
In the background, comfortable and asleep.

Until the fire burns I will never let it go.
Still I'm loosing all concept of time.

Playing hide and seek with a friend.
I hold myself back only to be mistrusted.

What an Oblivious story I'm writing in my head.
My admiration dwindles into dust.

Focusing on reality strikes a mark.
I'd rather be something else

Come, just stop it loose it's inhibitions
Reverse and turn into your own identity.