You Don't Know MeA Poem by DeyeilA companion poem to my poem, "Just My Mask."
I'm past the mask, I'm finally free,
Only to discover, that you don't know me. A massive gap, parent to child, Pain so severe, never mild. I've become what I wish to be, Even if that means, that you don't know me. All the pain, all the scars, stories that I'll never tell, You've seen my heaven, felt my love, but haven't walked my endless hell A well spoken man, filled with joy and filled with poise, Screaming inside, aching to drown out the noise. Even with self laid bare, you still can't see, You know me best, but you don't know me. Some say I wove it out of fiction, this painful contradiction. Who can love, when they've been defiled, Who can trust, when each night they're riled, By memories, pushed into my head, Like the very first night, I was pushed to the bed. Unwilling at first, and molded by time, Being so young, my only crime. To defend those I love, I gave my soul, He took it all, left a blackened hole. Silently, I look in the mirror, and what do I see? A person looking back, yelling "You don't know me." But I know myself, how could I not? Every ray of sun, every speck of rot, That shines or darkens my shriveled heart, Never to be, as it was at the start. I should run, yes I should flee, because of course, you don't know me. I'll seek solitude, yes that's the key, to be alone, you don't know me. Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, It's not me you see, it is another. You gaze upon who you wish to see, But the painful truth, is that you don't know me. © 2014 DeyeilAuthor's Note
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