It's strange,
Don't you think,
How different people
See a different me?
And it's sad,
Don't you think,
How no one knows
The whole me?
And it's funny to think
I can't see the whole you,
But I can still feel like
I know you
And it's weird
Don't you think,
How we go through life,
Meeting people,
Hearing people,
Listening to their thoughts,
But never truly seeing them;
Them never truly seeing me?
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Poetry
PoetryUm... some poetry. And a warning: I'm new at this, so it may not be any good. Or maybe it will. I don't know.
