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-You Don't Know Me

You know me, but you don't

You are  my family, my friend,

but you don't know me.

A stranger here knows

much more of my heart.

I feel safe in my anonymity.



You don't see what's really me.

You only see what I've let you see.

Now you've found my secret place.....

emotions, feelings, desires and thoughts.

Should you choose to peek into my soul,

just be careful not to step on my heart.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the other half of a thought that became two poems (the other:  Leaves, Papers, People)     Basically, it came about because I inadvertantly gave someone a clue to the PostPoems location.  See, my family and friends don't know of my poems.  I guess I am afraid to let them know the inner me.  I have more faith in strangers, perhaps.  Anyway,  I'm sure my secret place is about to be discovered.  I just hope, no one steps on my heart.

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©17 March 2002 - 4:22pm — kat
25 August 2003 - 5:29am — Katherine Neitz (not verified)
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I give you a lot of credit for putting yourself out there, not just to the whole world, but also, to your family. I know that it's harder sharing your poetry with someone that you know, that you see face to face. I have a hard time doing the same. I just know if I'll ever get the guts to put out there to my family that I have poems on a site. It just doesn't feel right yet. But I give you so much credit for doing it. Your poem was really touching. thank you
Kate

8 September 2002 - 4:24pm — Hidden Illusion (not verified)
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awesome poem...i can totally relate to this one. I like it :)

18 March 2002 - 1:53pm — onelilartist
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I know the feeling, Kat. My sister somehow found my site, and she emailed me two weeks ago. She said, "I've been reading your poems. Who is JIm?" We live 45 miles apart and I never see her unless I travel the distance myself or personally invite my family to my home. I felt like saying, "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME." IF YOU EVER BOTHERED TO TRY TO SEE ME OR TO CHECK ON ME, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO ASK. I know what you mean and I understand. Your work is beautiful and tender and if THEY don't know you, it's their loss. Some of my favorite people are those whom I have never met. Gary, Butch, Joyce, Linda, Dougie, Lesa, YOU!!! I READ YOUR HEART in your poetry and I find a person worthy of love and friendship and trust. I do the same thing myself. If you read my poetry, you read my life in rhyme. It's a release and a hiding place without a hangover or an arrest record. LOL It heals me to write it out. This was a lovely piece to begin a Monday.
Love,
Jessica