why do you think you know me?
i am my own person
yet you claim i blend
you do not see
what i see
you do not feel
what i feel
you do not think
what i think
and as for them...
well, they are my friends
just a glance--yes, we blend
but you do not
know us
for you have never seen
what we've seen
never felt
what we've felt
and never thought
what we've thought
we are outcast because
we don't fit in
with those who do--so we belong
to our own
come to form
our own
now we fit in
together
but with no one else
in which we are still outcasts
i will not--i refuse to
believe
that you know
how i function
and insist that
i am in denial
that i have not
already found myself...
but i have
for i already
know who i am
i'm happy with myself and who i am
now that is what
i consider to be found
and you should not be the one
to talk--as you are a hypocrite
you live a life of
immaturity and insecurity
and you are miserable
in that life; so you have
no conrol, whatsoever,
over your own life
but, somehow,
you've managed to
take control of mine
and you confide in me
with your lies,
--your aspirations and
ambitions abd
should-have-beens--
and expect me to confide
in you
with my truths;
my truths...
my truths are your every
aspirations and
ambitions and
should-have-beens
you are the one to be found...
and this is why you
have such a farfetched
idea that you know me
every intricate detail...
yet no one knows me
in the exception of
one or two...
but this strays from my point--
my point is:
that you do not know me
you have just merely
scratched the surface
for i am not who
you think i am
for i am me
and as for my visual image
it remains to be seen