"This is me" is what you say
and what was white has now gone grey
and what was black seems faded away
and some line I can't measure has somehow been crossed
but you don't understand; you've changed
though for you it's always been this way
for me there's muddied confused pain
which falls upon my life like rain
and seeps into the day to day
til no longer can I see the way
out

the light
at the end of the tunnel
is a stretch to find in this maze
go left or right or middle way
the straightness seems to have gone astray
the clarity gone, the bills unpaid
the work undone, the mind in disarray
your life has moulded, set like clay
mine is the mess you throw away
"This is me" is what you say
but did you ever
stop
and ask

"are
you
ok
too?"