The me that you see
Isn't me at all.
The me that is me
Is the me in my head.
The me that is free
Is the me in the ink.
Is the me in the print.
Is the me in the word.
Is the me left unheard.
My family think they know me, but they are not the slightest bit interested in my poems, however its in those poems that the real me is found. Just wish they would take a look sometime. Although this is just a bit of doggerel.