3/9/2002 
Beyond Your Reality

Sometimes I feel like no one understands me,
And that somehow that is my fault.
I am not sure about that part yet,
Or if it even matters.
But, the question begs to be asked,
Why can’t I help you understand me?
I am a rationale being,
Why can’t I reason myself to those around me?
That, I would wish to know.
Some of them are under the mistaken impression
That they do know me and it makes me sad,
Because some of them truly should.
If only one or two or three were afflicted with thinkin’
They knew the real me, no big deal I would say.
But that’s not the case; it is every single one of them.
At some point the shoulder of the blame
Must rest on me, me and my inability to help them to know,

The Real Me!