What Makes Myself Me
By: Genevieve Wright
What a sight to see
Watch her DNA itself unravel
All the parts that used to make up me
Learn to runaway into endless travel
Taking All the answers that used to just be
Leaving me is such a gamble
This plaguy game of life is not my cup of tea
It left me astray playing a low life damsel
While it’s puppets beg to be free
I crumple down to crushed up gravel
While my old remnants continue to flea
My mind stays in an constant battle
Splitting cleanly into three
This all was stable when she used to be she
I’m angry at myself for staying on this ramble
When she could easily disagree
And end the agreement with a single dazzle
I guess her leaving was the final key
To send me to this relentless scramble
But at the end of a weeks final spree
The thing that makes myself stay actual
Is the fact that she would be proud of me
No matter if I stay a crumble
Or actually see what really makes myself me