I Don't Know Me

I Don't Know Me

A Poem by Lucy Kennedy




Tell me who you are.

May I look into your mind?

Just take a look into my head,

and tell me what you find.

Don't ask me to describe myself.

I only somewhat know.

I cling to my mind's eye,
which seems to know me more.
I think the answers lie in my past,
these findings draped into the last.
What if somewhere I became two,
each struggling to reach out?
I feel like an alien in this corpse,
a matter which brings doubt.
I’ve grown weary of portraying,
someone else whose playing,
a character on a stage…. off a page.
Into the unknown dreary,
I take on this spirit
like a new skin.
Even venturing as far
as to think like them.
In this life,
I've worn many masks
but thats only because I have no face.
I am not shallow,
I'm just too deep.
Drowning in this being which weeps.
Opinions cloud my skull,
telling me who I should be.
I do not know, I don't know me.

© 2009 Lucy Kennedy

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This is so profoundly moving... for years similar thoughts danced through my mind... who am I.. how do I know.. will I ever become what I wish... You give the expression of being, of longing, of hoping such a rich, amazing voice.

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Lucy Kennedy
Lucy Kennedy

Pittsburgh, PA

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