My Baby Pleas

Please, let me be me!
Such a crazy cry!
And I bow my head in shame.

Part of the mission is to be me.
I rarely am.
When I am, I feel terribly guilty.

What rotten roach is inside me?
What poisonous snake makes it so bad
for me to be me, even for a moment?

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  1. #1 by carldagostino on April 25, 2011 - 8:13 pm

    The choice of the word “mission” is thought provoking.

    • #2 by Carl on April 25, 2011 - 10:02 pm

      I imagine that I always need some sort of mission, but this is an odd one.

  2. #3 by Find an Outlet on April 25, 2011 - 9:02 pm

    We have to fake it, I think it’s mandatory. I highly doubt a complete personality overhaul is likely.

    • #4 by Carl on April 25, 2011 - 10:02 pm

      Should I stop dreaming of not faking it?

      Thank you for your comment!

  3. #5 by Find an Outlet on April 25, 2011 - 10:44 pm

    No, it’s good to have a dream.

  4. #6 by pattisj on April 27, 2011 - 12:20 am

    Probably the same snake that tempted Eve so long ago. You shall overcome.

    • #7 by Carl on April 27, 2011 - 9:07 pm

      Those snakes live forever!

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