June 24, 2007

reflecting

What you think of me makes me stop and second guess
Stop and fear I'm not enough:
Perhaps a little more makeup, a little less talk
And I’ll fit in, someone almost like me
Someone with a different story, a lighter welcome
I draw pictures in the night sky and wonder who knows me
Who truly sees every thought and where they are from
Once upon a time the others were invisible
And all I saw was your authority guiding me, childlike,
Forward, innocent and unknowing
Until I feared all of what is around me
may 2007

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