When We Are Not Us Poem by Kye Kurion

When your blood is on fire or when it freezes cold,
It changes you forever if not for just a little while.
We see what we are, which is not us.
It is our angel or our devil,
A side which will lie or one we will trust.
They will send us to where we belong,
A place no one should be.
Which doesn't exist,
That anyone can see.
It is pleasant and you will burn there forever,
As long as you don't leave there first.
The you that is not you is the only real person,
For if a dark is separate than a light and both leave you alone to stand,
Does that mean you're god,
Without a thing resembling a real man.
No that makes you human,
Even more than your divine counterparts.
The you's that are not you are not less you than you are.
Alone, being you the three parts are far.
Only together the angel, the shadow, and the shell,
Is it possible to be who you are.
We are never us as we are always pieces,
But we are always us because we can never be separate.
Can we always but never be us,
I say yes but I believe no.
This question is simply too simply perplexing,
So the I guess we have the answer but we'll simply never know.