People choose to see what
they want in me
wanting to be my friend
seeking the knoweldge I
hold within from what
I have learned in school
and outside of school
Never really touching
what I am made up of on the inside
but if they ask, I tell them some
but nothing to deep
for I feel once they know
who I am on the inside
they will no longer be my friend
For they always want
people to know them inside and out
For me it takes either along time
or a very strong conection between
me and that person
before I let them know
my deepest darkest secrets
that lay deep beneath my skin
with the hope that they will
still be my friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is so true...and amazing...serioulsy...