Living with Rocky…

Search me and you will find

two lives i lead side by side

one in body, one held within my mind

this is the everyday for me

one female, the other, of the opposite sex

a double set of problems

making every moment even more complex

all his pain and fears i carry them with me

like dust, his world clogs over my vision

making the real life fade in demotion

my skin left cold from a discomposed sun

i didn’t choose this life it was just given

which mouth do i use to draw in breath?

where do the true memories lay?

who will i be when i meet the face of death?

the ghostly images of both pasts linger

how do i know which one is real?

the set of eyes in the mirror falter

is it mine or his pain i really feel?

a heart stuck in the wrong body

a deceiving image of skin upon my face

do we coexist to help get through the darkened days?

or is this just imagination that i chase?

is this a life already lived or one I’m yet to receive?

or is the empty reality, all that i forsake?

did he jump up from the pit of my self made hell

is this a choice that was ever mine to make?

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  • Jimmy Shilaho on May 1, 2010

    A good poem.

  • ken bultman on May 1, 2010

    Tough way to live. What if you gave up the Goth persona? Would Rocky go away? Do you want Rocky to go away?

  • TwiKnight on May 1, 2010

    A really dark and intriguing way of expressing life with, uhm.. Rocky. Good work! :)

  • Atanacio on May 1, 2010

    another one of your better entries :)

  • giftarist on May 1, 2010

    Great work!

  • yes me on May 1, 2010

    I think its a good poem I enjoyed this cheers

  • VTech on May 1, 2010

    Good Post

  • deep blue on May 2, 2010

    Well expressed.

  • babyjingles1231 on May 2, 2010

    So close to your heart, your soul… I really liked this
    one Shadows….

  • Ash E. on May 2, 2010

    Another good write. I can relate with feeling like two different people, although mine are the same sex. I definitely feel that there is the “Ash” in me, and then there is the real me, that I let only very few people know. Actually, the one that is the closest to figuring me out, still never will. I guess we have to lie about ourselves, so that others won’t hurt us, or think bad of us.
    Excellent writing though!

  • sara20 on May 3, 2010

    Excellent writing with very informative sharing.

  • Jewelstar on May 3, 2010

    We do not choose our lives, but it was designed and decided before we were born. clear picture about your thoughts

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