The Me Inside
Few people ever truly see,
The me inside yearning to be free.
They look upon my outward shell,
And think that's all there is of me.
They do not know what I have seen,
What my life had been till now.
But they just sit and judge me,
With no thought to the who, what, when, where or how.
I do not judge them at all,
I just try to see who they are.
Yet they seek to learn,
They only want to scar.
They wound my soul with their words,
As they tear apart my life.
Never to know the fragile heart,
Weakened by so much strife.
Try getting to know me,
Then maybe you will see;
All of the things that are brought together,
To create the me inside of me.
Copyright © Brenda Brenda | Year Posted 2011
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