Password.
Necessary
To enter
Into myself.
Myself,
I barely know,
Don’t want to know.
Try to
Divert my attention elsewhere
Afraid.
Of what?
Secrets long kept,
Thoughts,
Actions,
Block them out.
Don’t want to be me.
Someone else,
Yes someone else,
Not me.
That’s who I’ll be.
But who,
No one,
A figment.
Of who’s imagination?
My own,
But no that’s wrong.
I am running from me.
Must not create,
Creation has an owner.
Must copy,
Yes copy,
Yes,
Imitation is suicide.

 
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