Not myself
Not anything
Not even why my thoughts exist
Not even the reason why I live
I don't understand.
I can not comprehend why I think this of myself.
I don't understand what I think of myself.
I don't understand...
That's why don't say that
Don't say that you know me
Don't say that you know
Cause even I... don't...
And that's just how I think...
So please don't say such things to me
I will only soften and crumble
I would only be vulnerable and eventually break
Causing a mess out of everything around.
I wouldn't want that
Cause who would want such things.
Who would want to bother everyone just by trying to be their "True" self, who they know now don't exist
Because it has been so long with them hiding the truth that they don't even remember what the "truth.' Is.
And maybe that's just life
An endless masquerade
With people wearing different masks
Masks that are decorated with people's favorite colors and things
Just so that they would like the person under it.
Maybe... that's just life
And maybe... I don't have to understand
Anything at all.
YOU ARE READING
Let It Drizzle
Poesíacollection of poems that define one's mind. A poem for some memory and throught that 'I' have. Though, would it really be that special if I said it's for my self....?
