Know Thyself

and the sky is falling now
on my brain
leaving nothing but cinder
in the wake of it's own
personal armegeddon...

i repent, i repent
i forgive and forget
and turn another blank
page writing
in invisible ink
so the words will
never be read

is there
happiness
in knowing
nothing?

or

in knowing
everything
is there
despair?

sometimes
the philosophy
of psychology
keeps me running
circles around myself
because
I can't
even
tell you what
is in the mrror.

"What a bright girls she is..."
...so they say -

but
the commandment
says: know thyself...

... tuck in the collar
because the ignorance is showing again.

Yes mother... i will.
i will stand upright
and always swim against
the currents
because "I am a fighter".

The story of my beginning
grows so old, these days.
It no longer defines me.

I am not the one
who fights anymore.

I am the one who gives up.