| Self Exploration I gaze into a mirror and wonder to myself. Who am I? Do I really know who I am? You suggest, and I protest. But that's not me ... however aggravating this is me. This is a facet of the ever growing personality I call me. It is not what makes me love myself. It doesn't make me the person I want to show to the world. Why do I flaunt this person then? Why do I parade that pig-headed jerk for all to see? It's as though I'm proud of her, when I can clearly see it makes you hurt. You give me too much to aid in my success, and still I hate you for it. Why? Maybe I'll never know. But that's what I'm trying to figure out now. And I'm sorry if Ihurt you along the way. By Diane Giacomozzi Return to Submitted Poetry |