All that I can be, is ME

I enlisted in this army because I wanted to be all that I could be. But that’s not really what you wanted for me…to be all that I could be? You wanted me to be all that you wanted me to be. And now you’re nowhere to be found and all I’m left with is me. When I stepped out of your pulpit, all I was left with was me. When you left and went away all I was left with was me. After I left the stage from entertaining filled up seats, all I was left with was me. When the rain came and the floods rose and the wind blew there I stood wet and cold…you were not there… it was me. All me. Why is it that you can see everything around me but me?
I am drowning in my surroundings suffocating mentally. Wanting to run but nowhere to hide suffocating gently. But there I am. Hating the people around me because they don’t understand. There I am. Standing on quicksand reciting the words to “Stand.” What in the hell do you do, when you’ve done all you can? There I am. Flying to a destination and nowhere to land. There I am. I’m right there. Right…right over there. But you can’t see that damit my poetry is not about me but ME. I wonder if I have to die in order for you to blink your eye. In order for you to realize that my life was not at all how you’ve dressed me in disguises. The surprise to your dismay would not be my life to pay so I live in me. Clothed in invisibility. A ministers humility. A little girls insecurity. Trying very hard to get you to see ME.