Please, let judgement
pass on this case.
Let someone else
take my place.

Please understand I'm sorry,
will you atleast look at me?

I'm part of you,
promise I'm not loco.

I wanna
get to know
the real you,
not the show.

I wanna
communicate,
not hope
on fate.

I wanna know
who you are,
every bruise,
every scar.

but everytime that
you choose
not to talk
we both loose.

Inside of me I
have a fire.
filled with
major desire.

lately, I've had a fear,
and it's getting pretty clear.

with the way you act
it might as well be fact.

I try to get
your attention
but it seems
by your impression

You don't even try,
seems you only lie.

you've been gone
for so long,
so why keep
holding on?

Although there will be
a lot of pain,
somehow, barely
keeping sane.

Truth is, I still
wanna get to know
the real, true you,
not the fake show.

5-20-10