Not Me

I see myself arise in rage.
I realise it isn’t me.

My voice is raised.
My BP, raised.
I realise it isn’t me.

How am I calmly seeing me
So agitated, rampaging?
I realise it isn’t me.

Is that why I’m not feeling guilt?
Is that why I am feeling proud?
I realise it isn’t me.

Nor rampaging, nor noticing,
Nor calmly guiltless, proud am I.
A someone else, another else.
I realise it isn’t me.