They Create Me

for my friends

 

 

I’m a conglomerate of the people I know

Little pieces of them exist within me

If I could, I would tattoo their names

The title’s I’ve given them

The ones they’ve chosen for themselves

Across my flesh in a stitch like manner

To show the world

I am only them…with some spice

A different view of life

And the purpose to please and create

The fond affection for their smiles

I was never me, never whole

Without them, and now I understand

They create my existence

Without their acknowledgement

I dwindle…I lie in the possession

Of very few people…

That number seems to be growing

Author's Note

Cp. 10:07AM Thu 05/08/08 NM just finish math final, tired, a thought, truth speaking (Typed)