Knowing Me

May 23, 2008
I don't write in this notebook
To close it and hide it away.
I use it as a tool, I guess
To say what I want to say.

I want someone to read it
To look inside of me
And think of who I really am
Rather than judge on what they see.

I want someone to look at me
See deep inside my eyes
And even hear what they don't see
My hidden, inside cries.

I wonder if I'm showing people
Who I want to be
But I can't even do that
When I still don't know me.

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