Hey, do you see the fool I’ve come to be
To protect you from those twisted lies
I schemed... I tried, I failed, I fried
What I feel I don’t have the answer still
But to keep you blameless in their sight
I got whipped and tied, bled and dried
I’m tired, of being guarded, of being untrue
Of being a wimp, of being slewed
Till the day my faith is renewed
I’m afraid you don’t know me as you think you do
.. Lynnie, great poem! I really enjoyed reading it. 'Till the day my faith is renewed I'm afraid you don't know me as you think you do' - (very clever!) Deanna xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lynnie, one risk of blind loyalty is the cost of losing one's self and feeling the fool because of it. Live and learn... awesome poem with an intriguing end! Brian