I Don’t Know Me, So How Can You? Poem by Dan Brown
I Don’t Know Me, So How Can You?
You’re looking at me.
What do you see?
Describe me.
I can’t, you see.
I don’t know who I am.
I can’t find myself, my personality.
Perhaps it was stolen from me.
Maybe he took it when he violated me.
I don’t how to act.
I used to have a suitcase
packed with every available face.
Now I don’t know which one to present to the world,
they are all shattered and broken.
What I am is fine, its who I am that confuses.
I play myself at complex games but every side loses.
Do you understand now?
Do you understand how
you cannot judge me?
What I am is fine, I’m struggling with the ‘who’
Please keep your abuse to yourself,
I don’t know me, so how can you?
Dear Dan, All I know is that you are the poet who writes amazing lines like: I used to have a suitcase packed with every available face I would start again from here! Brilliant poetry..Love Duncan
Clever writing...but rather upsetting as well, as, I believe was your intention. I like the surprise revelations in particular. Regards, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 5:56:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well...well...well when i start rading it i didn't know it would end like this.....the old comment u r unpredictable and that makes u a great poet. **Peace**