I Know Myself
People are talking
Whispers do not concern me,
I have a purpose.
People are pointing,
Their smiles are weird and smug,
I revel in this.
They think they know me,
They are small and misinformed,
I gloat in knowledge.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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