They don't know me

they dont' know the bad me....... ??

There are people that don't know

the many faces I don't show
I'd be drenched in my own blood
If they weren't there to say "don't go".

"Don't hold back all those tears
You know they gather through the years."

They'd leave me if they knew me
I swear, I'm just a bad mistake
I should help them get to know me

I can give and hope they take
But what I give will be the good me
I will alwalys be a fake.

Author's Note

may be unfinished. This is all that came to me in a limited amount of time. Critiques welcomed.

Reviews

Good start.

One question I want to pose, which can further elaborate your poem.

Would the "Bad" be naughty bad or out of guilt from something regrettable?

It seems more like the "regretted" action bad. It has that start.

Was there any points to ponder based on past experience that would be thus imparted. This piece becomes an advisory poem, helping others become enlightened to what should or should not be done.

Good form, good rhythm, good choice of words.

I cannot conclude until it is all complete.

Do send me a read request once it is