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You Think You Really Know me

You Think You Really Know me

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Β You've been acting rather strangely lately toward me friend
As if you went and read my book from start to very end
As if you know my future and laughed at all my past
But would you be offended if this question I should ask

Do you know yourself, I know it always seems that way
And can you stand behind the words you let astray
Or do you see yourself as the things that I can't be
That's such a sorry way, comparing you to me

Life can seem unimportant but you can't treat it that way
Don't hurry through the things you do, and do them carelessly
Advice you give is useless, you wouldn't take your own
You boast of all your battle scars, and yet I can't see one

So I wrote this little poem for you to break your concentration
That you may think much clearer and end all your frustration
Perhaps you think you know the me beneath the mask
But this is the question, you, yourself should ask

Do you think you really know me, I really wonder why
How you just go on thinking, out from under your disguiseΒ 

2020

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Being Me

A true friend will be there in the darkest times...perhaps this "friend" is not as true as they would have you believe.Β  Well penned x

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