Have you ever felt yourself rebel against someone or something, only to find that that very thing you fought against was actually YOU? That, I have found out is the story of my life. This poem is a personal one, and I just feel like I should share it with you guys, starting with Incoherent. Enjoy...
You and Me.
I tell myself I hate who you are,
That I will never go that far,
That I love my life and liberty;
Yet I see yourself in me:
The life you lived
The day you saw
And so much more.
Is how it was before?
I am tempted to push and fight.
I know my stance; it is my right.
Yet I turn and say to you,
“I hate the things that you do.”
Still I myself must be true –
I am not much different from you
We must learn to take our paths,
Free from hatred, free from fear,
For if you don’t it will tear
You apart;
To the brink of madness bring you near.
Yet I see it is true,
You were me, and I am you.
Now I understand who you are.
You are the wrong that I must right,
The bitterness I must fight,
The hatred I must shun,
The love I must beget.
You are you, I am me,
You were me, I am you.
