Don't Know Who You Are -------------------------------------------
I mean to
I'd love to
Be like you
But you know
You sure as hell would know
I've never been like that
Or have I ever meant to be like what?
A lonely photograph covered in dust
A compulsive reflex of self-disgust
A hole in the middle of a chest
An unchallenged mind, a boring poet
No, no, you can't know
You can't empathize this, no
You won't sympathize
To someone who's fallen that low
Because after all, father
After all it doesn't matter
How I am and who you are
I feel this same way..but maybe you dont mean these words as I think. This is about your father right? Well I don't know mine either, never have. The difference between you and I, is that you have seen a picture, yet I have no image of my creator.
Wow this was moving. I don't know I wasn't ready for the last stanza but it fits so well. It was a really good write a clear explanation and a true one at that. It reminds you that you have to be yourself and not what other people want you to be. Good write. Broken DreamsX
something told me after you related to my poetry so well that I should check out more of yours and I am glad that I did. I found this gut-retching and full of ...I don't know almost betrail. I have issues with my own father and so this piece hits home pretty hard. thanx for the write. Rubi