Myself And I And Me Poem by James McLain

Then when it happened
there was three of U.S. by myself and only one of me
some times it happened to the one and only me.
And when it did I thought that I should really try.
While she was watching my face I would look up
as it happened and I was told it didn't count because.
School was boring as I couldn't wait to finally drink and vote.
A class for special education with kids that really weren't
placed between my feelings was
a class where I was in the middle I was by her
tricked and caught.
She used electric toy's her parents for them bought.
She was a pretty girl who didn't wear dare I say a lot or
dare I say it not but any way
it didn't count unless it was a boy it was not by she a girl.
Dark and moist and cool and hot the class it always was.
Everything by her it must with o.c.d. be controlled.
English class and verbs and her and I with metaphors
described a lot our actions were.
Around control U.S. being such dynamics when placed
inside U.S. both not ever less but more.
Weird I used to think
unless she closed my eyes her toy she pushed against
I touched and died and felt inside she really was I just
suppressed my pent up sighs.
Things I saw when deep asleep I dreamed that really were.
Where the sky is dark
and moving fast the birds that really weren't.
She would close my bed room door and I would look inside.
The promises I'd make she'd never keep I some how knew.
Her parents never talked to me about the little things inside
I heard that buzzed I felt their wings.
Through her obsession where I looked into her big dark eyes.
I one time saw the monster that she made I thought she was.
One day at school I felt that I should let our feel good secret out
to what you did and didn't do in truth a lie is not.