This is not me.
If you think that you will get to know me
by reading the words I have written,
you are wrong.
This is not me.
If you think my eyes will be full of fire if I wipe my tears,
You are wrong. They will never stop.
This is not me.
If you think that: Oh! He has poetry now, so he will finally let me go and move on with his life,
You are wrong.
This is not me.
This is all yours.
Every word I have written is for you.
This is not me, this is You.

©misterfantasist