Being You

Being You

Sometimes it hurts to be you.
What do you do then?
Try to be someone else?
Or simply try to seem different to what you are?
Truth is I don’t know.

Sometimes it hurts to be you.
So, into your cocoon you go.
Oblivious to the world around you.
Numb to the pain.
Until you open up just a crack.
Just the tiniest bit, to let someone see.

What makes you tick.
Then it all comes flooding in.
Hits you so hard, you fall on your back.
What do you do then?

Fight back in the hopes that the pain won’t claim you?
Or succumb and let in envelope you?
Maybe just recede to your cocoon.
Shut up shop and suffocate the pain.
When all air is depleted.
And the pain can no longer survive,
It is gone and you’re left again.
Numb to all pain.

But, once again, alone.
But, since you cannot feel,
Since you cannot see the loneliness.
It gnaws at the essence of you.
While you’re away it eats away the edges.
Sucks away the laughter,
and drinks all the smiles.

So no one recognises you, when you emerge again.
No more friends in view when you return from pain.
Then, you feel alone.
Then, you feel lost.
Then, to injury you, are unavoidably prone.

Sometimes it hurts to be me.
But what am I to do?
Who am I to be?
But me.