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  • Understanding

    I know you think you know what I mean
    But do you really want me to come clean?
    Or would you prefer to think of me
    The same way as I always seem to be?
    That person I have created for you
    The one that I think you can relate to?
    Or maybe instead you will choose to shun
    Just because you may not like the real one
    If you were to know the “real me”
    Would you like what you would see?
    I would like to think you could
    But I’m not so sure you would
    Because I don’t like me very much
    So why should I expect you to touch
    My heart with yours in anyway
    For am I really worth the “time of day”
    The time it would take you to get to know
    Would probably be just for show
    For even I do not understand me
    So how can you have eyes to see?
    These words are not written to confuse
    Nor are they written to bemuse
    But instead to help you to understand
    What is coming from this writer’s hand
    For I am really writing for me
    To bring understanding to what I see
    In the hopes of bringing clarity
    To where I have come to be
    This poem is written to help us understand
    How our thoughts can get out of hand
    Last edited by carol s; 01-31-2015, 05:30 AM.