Justin Boyd

(12-12-96 / Chester, South Carolina)

The We in Me


Idle musings,

here I stare

At the wall right over there

“With no paintings? ”

Yes, it's bare!



Any way, how do you fare?

“I am well, ”

My friend,

My only friend!

“You're talking to myself again”



Scary nightmares,

now I wake and I lie in bed and shake

“Oh, calm down! ” Give me a break!

It's your fault – the noise you make!



“I am you, ”

My friend!

“My only friend! ”

I'm talking to yourself again



Murder? Murder? No - I'm framed!

Hear that voice? The voice I blame!

“They can't hear me.”

What a shame I do not think I like this game



“I am sad, ”

My friend,

My only friend,

“We got me in trouble again”

Submitted: Thursday, August 26, 2010
Edited: Thursday, August 26, 2010

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