A Name Not My Own

For just one day,
can a name (not mine)
be screamed at the top of someone’s lungs.

For just one
Can someone (not me)
Be deprived of sleep and suffer insomnia.

For just one day,
Can someone (not me)
Be under duress from questions that were never asked.

For just one day
Can someone (not me)
Stare endlessly down two roads, and wonder which leads home.

For just one day
Can someone (not me)
Be overly-confident, and self-destructively narcissistic.

For just one day
(Just one),
Can I not be me.

The End

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