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I was reading a poem,
the words written
seemed like they
should of been mine.
then that question asked;

"Can you see me
the way I need you to see?
the way that I really am
my words
for me"

I read these words
and I said of course I can!
I felt every word wrote
just as if they were mine!
From somewhere deep
in the bowels of my mind,
a scream of such as
you've never heard;
an unearthly sound
like fingernails dragging
along a blackboard that never ends...

A cracking voice comes from within;
did you or did you not say
just yesterday,

"No one knows
how you feel inside?"

Oh crap! It's my conscious
and it sounds pissed!
No one knows
how you feel inside
but yet,
you know how an why
they feel inside ?

You're nothing but a man
that strings together words
hoping to find someone
who doesn't think
you've lost your marbles!
but yet 'you' know
what makes 'this person' tick?

Can they see you ?
the way you need them to see?
the way you really are
your words
for who...?

Okay,okay I get the point
now will you shut the fuck up!!
Well ......................, I....,
yes, I can see;
but only what you let me see.
Just like you can only see
as much of me,
as I let you see.

Can I see the way
you need me to see...?

I don't know.
I took your words an turned them
into feelings
are the feelings yours
or are they mine?
Yes they are your words,
but through the Interpretation
the feelings became...
Mine ?
Ours ?
Not completely your's anymore.

Interpretation,
maybe that's the problem
with the whole damn world!?
we are only guessing
Hoping,
Dreaming,
Praying,
someone can feel
what it is we feel