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I'm not.

I am the dirt beneath the pavement of your driveway.
I am your used tissue.
I am less now than I ever was,
and I was less before I kissed you.

I am broken, battered, and entitled.
I am angry, dispirited, lonely, and cold.
I am the psuedonym who types these words,
and I flush my hand, but fold.

I am the drunken lively man who enchants the bar for games.
I am the hungover imprisoned man who hides beneath his sheets.
I am the faked smile and the jokes and sturdy mind,
I'm not the one you thought I'd be,
I'm less than what is me.



Poetry by Phill
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Written on 2010-05-05 at 06:09

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vladimir turmanev
Very well done. Gives hope to us non-people.
2011-07-15



I'm not what you have 'oughted' me to be.
What a brooding, soul stirring poem.
2011-04-24