Saturday, October 3, 2009

Afraid

I am afraid
That it is true
I am not what I thought I am
I do not know myself
Even if I know me better than anyone else
I still do not know myself
Forgive me
For thinking that I do
I still do
But I know I am not myself
What I thought I am
Are false guesses
I wonder if you do know me better
How do you see me
I wonder
Do you see me as I see myself
I wonder
Or are we all wrong
And I am just still
Lost

First published on 3 Oct 2009, 3:23 am

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