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I used to write poets some long time agaon and in languages other than english so my work is merly traslation of what it was but I guess still have the meaning.

Well I am not some one who can talk about "himslef" but I woluld rather talk about me...well
I wrote something related this I would like to share with you..

I, Myself and Me

I am who I am no words can describe me as I master them I use them. While I am supposed to describe myself I found it hard for myself to describe herself. So I am puzzled in between me and myself. She thinks I am bad and I think I am good and some times the opposite. We live together yet we are far a apart and some times I visit her when I am away form work and form people, I talk to her but she usually respond in a way that some times makes me crazy mad and some times sad. Usually tile me well remember when you was a kid and I was talking to you how you need to design your life and you never listen to me now you are adult, but you still does not listen to me. Now after these years some times you regret that you did not do as I advised you and some times you feel you did what was supposed to be done….and so and so.

The nagging and lashing continues.

I hate her some times but I can not stay a way from her as I know she loves me but always criticizing me. Some times I do things thinking she wanted to do it but after I fail in what I am dong or after being punished because of what I did she comes out of the shadow tilling me this was not me it was you disguised in me. Some times I feel she is playing games with me and some times I feel I should had and still listen to her but some times I feel I want to run away form her some way where she can not find me.

Some times I do run and hid in noise in jungle of clatters and waves of things to do and see and touch. I feel her had trying to grab me her voice trying to reach me chatting hay. But I usually do not listen.

Some times I escape form her by deceiving her, I usually do this by making her drink till she gets drunk then I make fun of her but even though after the effect of the drink goes she look at me, despising me till me again why you did what you did why and why….and the nagging and lashing continues.
Some times I wish I can put her to sleep, and for ever but I can and could not because while I do not really love her I am sure she loves me and for this I am welling to accept anything form her….