Supposed To Be

Forgot who I am supposed to be again last night
Perhaps frightened at the days events that towered
Like heavy greasepaint faces stuffing little circus tents
Perhaps there was never anyone here to ~see~
Always thought someone lived in there where oh never mind,
Just a mild case of seasonal disaffective disorder on the Christmas menu
Funny feelings, peculiar words written into strings of paper lights
Giving gifts of self to sell, scenes to read and truth to tell
Feeling absolutely wonderfully not so good or bad
Indifference to the curse of the times and a blessing to be had
~Sad~please do confirm myself to me, supposedly right ?
Forget who I am supposed to be again tonight~

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-12-24 at 19:36

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