I AM

I can click it on,
I can click it off.
I am human.
I am monster.

I am me. I am you.
I am whatever I want to be.
Snap, the disguise goes up.
Red brick façade.

You think you know me?
Nobody knows me.
I am wholly unreadable.
A foreign language.

Dead, like Latin.
Thriving with live -
French, Italian, Greek,
Japanese.

But people like you only speak English.
What you think you see
Is not really there.
What you think you hear

Is just your own heartbeat.
If you really saw me,
You would not stand there,
Talking like white noise,

Just to fill the air with your buzz.
You would not stand there
And smile vacantly.
You would know.

You would see.
I am you, I am death, I am me.
Self destruction.
Without instruction,

You cannot comprehend all there is to see.
I am a foreign language.
I am whatever I want to be.
And you will never truly know me.
-14/12/02, Diacofto

© Jess Fitzgerald, 2002