Trapped
Inside
A body
That's not mine
Confined
My mind
Here
Why
No one
Knows
Who
I am
Inside
I can't say
Who
That is
Or I
May find
They don't
Comprehend
Refuse to understand
They won't accept
Won't give in
And I lose them
Now past friends
No way to make amends
They're gone
But
Their stares remain
Boring into
My soul
They think
They see it
But it's just
A rendition
An interpretation
I am not
Who they think I am
I am not what they see
My body does not reflect me
But that's alright
For now it's fine
Just give it time
And I will find
Somewhere I don't have to hide
And I can show who I am inside
And you may think
You know what I'm saying
You act like a shrink
Call this all a cliché
But no one can tell me
Who I am and who I'm not
Because I am my own person
I'll never be who you want
YOU ARE READING
Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...
