How do you see me? Sorry to ask,
I just want to know can you see through my mask?
It's alright if you can't,
it took years you see
to put it up and hide all that is me
I wish, though that maybe one day,
I won't have to try and Invisible I'll stay
This I'll do then again I'll ask you
'How do you see me? '
But this time you can't answer
and Gone I'll Be
For what am I to you anyway?
Would you notice if I was Gone today?
Would you beg me back?
or Fight For Me?
You would? But Why?
What of I is needed by You?
Are you just caring because it's the Right Thing To Do?
Or do you care in truth and really see..
That maybe..just maybe..
You Are Just Like Me..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brooke nicely penned, I love it