What do you think you know about me?
Am I sad?
Am I cutting?
Am I crying myself to sleep?
You think you know me through,
But now I've found my voice and challenge you,
You don't know me,
So how can you possibly know that.
What do you see when you look at me?
A loser?
A loner?
A freak?
Someone who doesn't have a life.
Someone who sits alone night.
But once again I ask you,
How could you possibly know that?
I don't know you,
So I won't judge,
But these opinions you hold of me,
Are shallow and blinded by hostility.
You don't see me when I smile,
When my laughter can be heard for miles,
You only see me when I'm alone,
Only when my mood is low.
You can't see me as a whole,
To you I'm an It not a She,
So How can you possibly know me.
Author notes
D o n t O b j e c t i f y M e
Lately it hasnt been letting my change the back ground so bare with it atm it might not match the poem. Sorry.
Ummm...yeah...Thoughts?
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I've asked many people the same thing...how they could know something about me when they don't even know me. I loved reading this it really showed a good example of how probably everyone feels at some point because people don't know when to stop judging and start learning. Good work on this piece! I love things like this. I hope to read more of your stuff...
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im sorry that you feel like this.... i understand it .... i never understood why people thought that they oculd judge you because of see and not getting to know you, not getting to see who you as a person really are.....thank you for opening my eyes that i am not the only one who feels like this
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it pretty much described my life. the poem was beautiful, true, and descriptive.
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yayyy!
I like the general mood in this poem. It made me think. Great job! Stay beautiful! :]
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