Comments about Patricia Markert
Who are you?
You tell me I'm beautiful inside
and tell me you're a liar.
You sing when no ones looking
and the world doesn't hear you;
they hear me and tell me not to try.
You tell me to try again.
You tell me not to care
and you cry when they talk.
You withstand time as my face changes;
you say change is good
but you fear nothing more.
You force me to keep your secrets,
tear yourself up over the lies I tell,
and feel pain when they mistake me for you.
I give you a bad name.
You have no name.
And in the end it's just me and you