Tired
Do you really know me
my innermost, my soul
the core of my heart
Do you really know me
my pain and suffering
behind my smile
Do you really know me
behind my tearfull eyes
locked inside
Do you really know me?
No,
You don't know me,
because you only
see me your way
You don't want to know
my inner me
my soul
my tears make you mad
my weakness
is a thorn in your eyes
being hard
is what you prefer
But that's not me
and the time
coming near
that I will
disappear
Cause I'm tired
so tired
tired
to be not me.
© Theresia A. Makatita-Poortman
I once wrote a poem expressing the same message. I printed this one out. Great job! I feel this way about so many people I know.
Jason
This is a really good poem...one that I think many people can relate to. I especially like the line "....because you only see me your way". Well done...and thank you for your kind comments on my two poems, A Love For All Eternity and Passion's Dream. I appreciate your words. Peace, LadyHawke :-)