If you got to know me
I think you would like me.
I always try to do the best I can.
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That’s why I don’t understand.
Why I am a stranger
In this land.
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Maybe it’s because I don’t know
What was on Jay Leno
And only have 1 purse and 3 shoes.
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Is it that I know every player
In the Steeler team?
And what a Safety means?
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Is it that I know the bible
But am not a Christian
And still know all the quotes you care to mention?
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Is it my tattoos?
My big boobs?
My smile?
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What is it about me
That you don’t find worth your time?
Do you honestly think, I don’t mind?
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I’m told I’m a marshmallow
That I’m too nice
To stop helping strangers without thinking twice.
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That I need a shell
I need to pretend
Stop being honest, it just hurts in the end.
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Is that why I have 3 friends?
Who won’t answer the phone when I really need them
They who have known me for years on end.
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Am I supposed to change who I am?
Learn to pretend?
Grow a new skin?
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I just would really like to know
What it is that offends you so
Maybe then, I could learn to grow
Jaded.
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A very good poem, and so many things that I can relate to. But one thing to remember, it is our individuality, our own special uniqueness that is the strength of what we have to offer the world. If we were all the same, it would not be a very exciting world at all.
A wonderful poem 🙂
Beautiful poem. I would say something funny– like it has to be the big boobs– but I won’t. The thing to do with depression is use it to ones advantage– like writing poetry. I’ve found writing books with light in them– life as I would like it to be– gives me months of freedom.
Good work!