It seems like I have posted this previously…but I cannot locate it, so I am posting it again(?). This is the very first poem I ever wrote. I remember it vividly. I recall what house and what room I was in…I typed this on a TYPEWRITER! I failed to date the poem, but I am thinking it was 1994/1995…I can still recite the poem in my thoughts and also verbally.
You look at me and see the girl
Who lives inside the golden world
But don’t believe
That’s all there is to see
You’ll never know the real me.
She smiles through a thousand tears
And harbors adolescent fears
She dreams of all that she can never be
She wades in insecurity
And hides herself inside of me.
Don’t say she takes it all for granted
I’m well aware of all I have
Don’t think that I am disenchanted
Please Understand (sic)
It seems as though I’ve always been
Somebody outside lookingin (sic)
Well here I am for all of them to bleed
But they cant (sic) take my heart from me
And they can’t bring me to my knees
They’ll never know the real me.