December 13, 2012

Someone Else

When with you,
I live like
someone else.
Hiding within,
turning me
inside out.
I see the world
only through their eyes,
like a foreign film
full of sly disguise,
I hear excuses
second and third hand,
reading subtitles
I don't understand.
Everything has
a funny taste,
when we drink,
it's always
such a waste.
Making love,
I'm not really me,
when we touch,
I cannot feel or see,
we both turn
into someone else,
you not you,
and me not me.