Don’t say you know me
I hate when people say they know me
Yet they don’t know what I aspire to be
Or even the day of which I was born
Or the very first moment my heart was torn
They don’t know of the pain and suffering I been through
But of all the bad things I use to do
Why can’t they see I’m trying to change?
But when the look they don’t rearrange
All they see is what I use to be
But why is it so hard to see the true me
So remember when you say I know you
Please give it a second thought before you do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem