We're Just Us

We're Just Us

A Poem by Gillzy
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I'm sorry.

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I'm sorry

I guess

Although I don't know

    -what for?

I can't control myself

I don't know myself

Would you say

I'm not me?

It must be my fault

You've done no wrong.

You're just you

And I'm mad at

“just you”.

You're just doing what you do

You've not changed.

Something has,

and it's me.

And I'm sorry.

I can't fix it,

I guess,

If I don't know what's wrong.

 

I'm just me.

You're just you.

And I'm sorry.

© 2008 Gillzy


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Here's another great honest piece. Your ability to empathize and express the friction of two people confused and struggling to understand their differences is well portrayed here. Simple, honest, direct. I've noticed a change in your work. Your work is coming for "you" in more clear terms. No clutter, no mirrors, no walls; just the honest words reflecting the honest feelings. You're going as a poet and a person. Well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Here's another great honest piece. Your ability to empathize and express the friction of two people confused and struggling to understand their differences is well portrayed here. Simple, honest, direct. I've noticed a change in your work. Your work is coming for "you" in more clear terms. No clutter, no mirrors, no walls; just the honest words reflecting the honest feelings. You're going as a poet and a person. Well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so easy to relate to for so many of us have been here. Well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Gillzy
Gillzy

Scotland, United Kingdom



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