Me Myself and I

I knew I was
DIFFERENT
Ever since I
was little
When I prayed for
light--
I guess it came…
. . .

Or was I wrong?
I do not know anymore
I am nothing
People say I'm something
But
I am NOT.
-
I'd rather be a shell
Closed up in those layers
Or maybe the wind
I can drift away
Far across the lands
So I can escape
These fantasies
Illusions…
whatever you call them.
-
My life began as a
Nightmare
And it might as well
End like one
May those crucial
devils possess me
I am no longer
Who I am
Make me into
Ashes.
Make me into
A snake
Make me,
Take me,
Relieve me,
Bring me to your World
Nothing in THIS world
seems real anymore
Just illusion
delusions
of
Me, myself and I.