I Am

I am: yet what I am no one cares or knows

my friends forsake me like a memory lost

I am the self centred of my nights

it rises and vanishes in obvious hosts

and yet I am and live - like burnt toast

I long for scenes where girls never used

a place where I've never smiled or wept

just to be along my parents family

and sleep as I had always slept

untroubling and untroubled by my lies

the below - above the skies