I don't want to pick
A fight.
I never did,
I never did.
I know you misunderstand me...
Or is that me?
How do I know I understand myself anyway?
I tell myself lies,
Maybe some big ones
Like the fact that I'm happy.
If I've lied so much already.
Do I understand why?
Do I understand me?
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PoetryRandom thoughts. Can they be called poetry? I have no idea.