SOMEONE ELSE
“My only regret in life is that
I was not born someone else”.
Woody Allen
you looked through that
special drawer
for mementos, treasures,
precious relics of time past
you you found were
poems, love poems
written
for someone else
told
their own story
self-
explanatory
no comment necessary
or required
it is always; there
is always
someone else
it iz in the nature of desire
who we are
you don”t need
a doctoral thesus on
Jacwues Lacan
to figure it out
but it just might help
things
might help
and everybody ultimately
knows that ws all
want, wish
we were someome else
want to pour our hearts out
to somone who might love
us, want us
or at least listen
but they have no time
for you
and your pain and
all ypur somebody else troubles
becausw
in the hearts they know
what you are
is
less, is negative
is not what
they thought
too young you were
to figure out the disappointment
on all those faces
first breath
you took
meant for somebody else
poems 2 die for 