Holly Miller Poet Quatrain

You'Re Not Me

You don’t do what I would do
When it comes to many things.
You don’t see the way I see,
You don’t have my wings.

You stay cemented to the ground
When clearly you could fly…
And you don’t see the things you miss
When you don’t even try.

You don’t do what I would,
And you don’t have a clue -
That the things you miss do so much hurt.
It makes me sad for you.

I know that you are not me,
You don’t know the things I know.
You only see what’s in front of you,
Not things that aren’t shown.

Sometimes it’s what’s hidden.
It’s what just isn’t said.
It’s things that are conveyed inside,
Inside a persons head

It’s often written on their face,
Or etched across their heart.
Displayed in brilliant fashion,
That you‘ve broken them apart.

But to see what you are doing
When you forget to care,
You have to look much deeper
Than you would ever dare.

So I guess you’ll never really know
Unless you one day change…
Until you really think things through
You’ll always be the same.

2008

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