This has no symbolism.

I cant speak, my mind won't let me think.
i'm not my self, so are you me?
i cant tell if i'm him or her,
so who am i?, and him or a her,
is there differ?
back to the subject,
why aint i speaking?
nothing will tell me,
i asked my self,
to whom would do this to me?
this couldnt be the work of my self,
because i dont kno who i am,
or where i am,
so i gotta make my mind think,
so with a automatic wink,
i make my self think,
thinking of thoughts forgotten,
before i was a toddler,
i can see everything,
all the skinned knees,
all the skinned elbows,
all the stubbed toes,
all of the whoas,
nothing can get me this close,
maybe, i should get back on subject,
my whole life is tragic,
maybe this is why my minds sick,
maybe around the bend,
is where my marbles been,
or could it be the every end?
maybe an angel god will send,
but all i kno is i'm mind sick.
so i think of how i thought of this,
i dont even have guess,
maybe its,
or maybe nots,
just to kno i'm crazy or not talking,
and talking to my self isnt working,
this is why my mind is jerking,
look to the shadows is where i'm lerking.

^i'm just jotting down shit... something i had on a couple of peices of paper.

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