![]() ChangeA Poem by ScoutDo they really know who I am? Can they look inside my heart? Can they read the thoughts in my mind? No one truly knows anyone Are my friends really my friends or are they only masquerading? In their heart do they truly care? When they go home do they think of me as an enemy? Do I really care? Am I really their friend? They don't know who I am I love them but they don't know my true feelings my beliefs, my sorrows because I've never told thme and they've never asked Is that even considered as being friends? It all seems so fake like no friendship exsists I'm standing here a lone knowing who I truly am but not knowing anyone else Why can't we reveal ourselves? Why are we too scared? We should rip off our masks and sing out our feelings I would tell all my friends but would they listen or even care I guess that means I'm just as scared as everyone else So how do I know who's real or nor? Who cares or doesn't? How do they even know who I am? © 2009 ScoutReviews
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1 Review Added on September 17, 2009 Author![]() ScoutMesa, AZAboutI love writing and reading. It is the best feeling to sit down and write out your feelings in poetry, or imagine a dream world and write a novel. I can not imagine not writing ever, it is like my oxyg.. more..Writing
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