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A complaint.

"Do I know you?"

yes, I might be a mystery

in your misery

and a crime

in your sinful prime

"I don't really know you"

yes, I'm often unpredicted

in this matrix predicted 

both lost 

in one's and oh's

or is it another lie of our awes? 

"I feel like I don't know you"

yes, I'm transforming

so I appear exhausting 

poor me

for trying to be

"I can't understand you."

how dump am I

to think you might like

my poems or writing

when you can't see 

the meaning behind it

-Do you really feel (me)?