Nothing In Commen With My Self. Poem by Eman Awad

Even when tears fill my eyes,
i don't really think of crying.
And when my world is filled with lies,
i don't really think of dying.
When i really wish to sleep,
and i dream of the dreams i'll see.
And i fall with my mind very deep,
sleepless i remain because of me.
Nothing is in commen between,
me and my self.
The funniest contradiction i've seen,
i need any help..
Why when i need any company,
i find me crying all alone?
Why when i need help about me,
i rather do it on my own?
And then i ask this question,
are there any differents between i and me?
Why can't i have any affection,
for the very sad and abandoned me?
Why aren't they together?
Why aren't they one? ?
Will i last like this forever,
when differents from me are gone..
I wait for the day when i,
get along very well with me.
I and me will together cry,
will laugh together happily.
That day when i and me are,
one finally, but will this day come?
And if it will, is it that far?
when differents from me are gone...