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
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.