You don't know who I am,
But, I am.
You don't know what I see,
But, I see.
You don't know what I speak,
But, I say.
As I am me, today.
I see the things that I want to see
And I hear the things that I want to hear,
I speak the words that I want to say
Because I am me, today.
Though I am like everyone else
Just an actor in a minor role,
Someday a comic, sometimes a romantic
And someday, I am my soul.
I can see the things that I want to see
Though sometimes I see them all wrong,
And I will say the things that I want to say
Sometimes, in rhyme or song.
You don't know who I am,
But, I am.
Though you thought you knew me so
Sometimes I am happy, and sometimes I am sad,
And sometimes I'll freeze you, because I'm so cold.
I have been many men
Just because of the wishes or the hopes of others,
And when tomorrow comes around once again;
I might then become some other.
Though you know who I am,
I am not.
I am not the one who you think I am
All though you have seen me a lot,
Only I know what's in this man.
Inside me there is hate, jealousy and vengeance
But, there is also love, warmth and a smile
And though you have seen them all before,
But, only I, can open that door.
Though no one out there is truly like me,
A confused, and also a contented man,
But, when I look in the mirror in the morning,
I shout and say, I AM!
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem