I want to unknow myself,
So that I can read my poems
And build up a picture,
Understand what people see.

I want to have an opinion of that person,
Without knowing wider context
Inner workings,
Motivation,
Or history.

I speculate, that perhaps I seem
Schizophrenic,
Perhaps I seem
bizarre?

If I didn't know me
Would I even want to read
that person’s work?
Or would I dismiss it as
The sentimental ranting
Of someone needy,
(self obsessed?)

Would I think
That person is
clearly ****** up?

Or worse,
Would I just think her writing is mundane
And not worth following?

Would I read one work
And judge all the rest,
Skip over the name
Whenever I saw it
Dismissing all, as trite and overblown?

I hope that I would recognise
A kindred soul.
It depends, I guess,
On who I would be
If I were not me.