Tuesday, March 31, 2009


This is who I am
Not always who you see
When you pull the knife
It plunges deep in me.

The scars never fade
To be bitter never mine
But now this bed has been made
I'm not sure I'm really fine.

Just because you are strong
Doesn't mean that I am weak
Every thing that I show
All the emotion that I leak.

You don't know my past
And I don't expect you to
But respect me for who I am
And all that I do.

I'm sorry that I'm not good
Enough for what you seem to need
I'm sorry that you can't see
The way I am able to love and lead.

If you don't want
What I have to give
It's not the end of the world
And I will surely live.

Hurt, I will go on and forgive
Even as anger recedes
Because that's is who I am
Even if it isn't who you see.