I've kept a journal of sorts
An archive of emotions
And was prompted to retract time
Scanning... scanning through memories
When I come across one
That claws for my attention
"I'm surrounded by a room full of people, yet I feel loneliness inside.
All are familiar, kind faces that I love. They don't get me though"
Yep... I remember
I recall this one in particular
So I read, I retreat
I read with compassion
For the woman who wrote it
For the time and place she was in
"I want to let someone in.
I want to be understood"
For the woman I still am
"They see the me that I want them to see. They see the smile I want them to see.
Nobody knows me with just one look. Not one can tell with just a glance. "
Yes... I determine
She most certainly "gets" me
My state of mind
For them to
Somethings never change
And I've still not discovered
Who sees past my play
* Written for dVerse ~ You can read my post Misunderstood that inspired the poem- here.
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