My favorite people,
Are the ones I don't know.
They are the only ones,
I can let my feelings show.

I feel a little greedy,
Stocking ideas in my head.
Everyone I know around me,
Not knowing what I have said.

But all you great strangers,
Who happen to read my poems.
You are the only ones,
Who I invite into my mind, my home.

I do fear the day,
When certain people find,
That almost every word I think,
I subconsciously put in rhyme.

Or that I feel so radically,
About certain subjects.
Don't even get me started,
About the opposite ***.

And what if she reads them?
Will she color me insane?
Not you people,
Your opinions runoff me like rain.

I'll never really know,
What you think of me.
But you will all know more,
Because you'll let me be.