My name is...

I don't like the very centre,
it's where I'm most vulnerable
so I skate around the periphery
like at the ice rink with the hoards
inconspicuously behind you
invisible
dead?

Just wanted to tell you I'm here
because we don't know how long we have
and before I know it you will never have known me
the 'selfish giant' without a voice
who demands to be listened to
but only whispers his own name

Because I'm really scared of dying
and I wanted to tell you
yet my grip's too strong
my hands are the fear
the neck is my life
and I squeeze

I'm scared of dying because I'm scared of living
ah, what a dilemma
and half of every poem is
seeded with this very idea

I want to fly into my world
to tell you who I am
to scream into your face
to leave this fucking place
to simply tell you
it's my frigging turn
"I am here now."