I meet people.
I've lived their lives.
I know them without
them knowing me.
I am me.
I am you.
I know not why.
Inhuman,
there is no
explanation.
Hate me,
don't love me
for this infatuation
will die and
another life I
will have destroyed.
Unjustifiable,
I have not yet
met my match.
Call me Lucifer,
it has been spoken.
I jest;
bad influence
on the devil
I say;
Who am I?
A stranger to all
my doors are opened.
Once entering, fear
and defensiveness approaches.
Not many a thoughts
I have encountered
without knowing in
advance what is
to be said or done.
Actualities, I
know not any.
Call it what may.
Don't let me frighten
you away.
I need to be
fulfilled.
I love all.
None love me.
*grin... this is cute... I can identify with certain parts of the poem... lovely poem... very real and in touch with human emotions. you sound like you might like books by Meave Binchy. =D
People often have no idea the impact they have on the lives of other people.. even in passing we touch someone...good poem..