A DIFFERENT ME

It is always there

Always behind me

Or always sitting

heavily upon my heart.

It is the chill in the night,

The tears on my face,

The sadness in my eyes.

It is like the man

in the long dark coat

Who follows my 50 feet behind.

Silently watching and

knowing your my move.

It waits around the corner

To creep up and kidnap me.

It disguises me

as some other twisted

Form of myself.

I am always wearing it

Like a heavy cloak,

dark as raven’s feather’s

demeaning as a scarlet letter.

It covers me 

entirely clothing me

In its entombing embrace,

Making me

A different me.