People think I'm friendly
All because I smile
I joke and laugh and talk with them
Sit and visit for awhile.
People think I'm honest
Because I tell the truth
But the truth is not so simple
If you haven't any proof.
People think I'm loving
They think that it is me
In my caring, in my kindness
In my generosity.
But they would gasp in horror
If they could only see
What is really on the inside
And what is really me.
I don't like human nature
I think humans are just mean
I would rather be a hermit
Stay away, where I am free.
I want to find a place
Where I am free to feel
I want to run away and hide
This me is not what's real.
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All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
