My Words
a poem
Published in
Oct 16, 2020
You don’t know me
Yet here you can see
All the intricate, vulnerable pieces of me.
You don’t know me
Yet here you can feel
The swirling and twirling of my subconscious reel.
You don’t know me
Yet here you can hear
My ears as they ring full of hopes and new fears.
You don’t know me
So why do you crave
These piles of my words strewn all over your page?
You don’t know me
But what if it’s true
In this stranger, you see a reflection of you?
