Me, Myself And I

• Alex Dimitrievski, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

Everyone told me I was mad
So what, don’t care, you made me glad
Glad that I had you around
When others said it was just the ground.
People said I was anti-social and lazy
That’s so silly, they must be crazy.
I was always talking with you.
And you were there, talking to me too.
They said that there was nothing there
Nothing at all, just the air
All this talk got me so confused.
Nothing there? But it was you.
One night I dreamt of an old memory.
Of myself, at a cemetery.
It was the funeral of somebody I once knew.
Wait, hold on… it was you.