Deep shadows with no ashes
I’m like a doll with no “I”dentity
I’m not here. I’m nowhere.
I don’t exist, do I?
Vague “I”dentity, eyes without color.
Mimicry. Surprise! Like they have nothing to do with me
Thanks to you? Who are you?
The answers vary greatly
Unable to become anything
Unable to do anything
Is it useless for me to be alive?
Is it bad?
What’s missing in this place
Is me, me
Before I can see anyone at all
I’m swept aside, and it’s farewell
I’m not happy, I’m not sad
I feel transparent
I’m not enough
I have no face to speak of, ” ”
How could I possibly smile?
I’m not feeling high. I’m like a closed shell
The answer “Yes” holds nothing but great expectation
Against my will, the die is cast
But I don’t even know the result
Wishing to exist here too
Is me, me
The taste remains bitter
A farewell said to no one in particular
I have no home, no place to go
I feel like I’m lost
Am I mistaken?
I still don’t know, ” ”
What does it even matter?
Shadow, shape
I might as well lose them both
I might as well begin again
One speck of ash at a time
What’s missing in this place
Is me, me
Before I can see anyone at all
I’m swept aside, and it’s farewell
I’m not happy, I’m not sad
I feel transparent
I’m not enough
I have no face to speak of, ” ”
But even so…
I want to be here. “I want…”
Shouldn’t I want to smile?