The Me He Sees - Poem by Katusiime Jeresi
Now, am like you too
the me he sees I havent yet met
the inside he peers at through my eyes
am oblivious to.
I walk to the music of my thoughts
and its the rythm his heart decides to take
and no complaint teary or dry
gets him asking why
he's drawn at my very sight.
With modest pride,
I truly stand out in his crowd
and when he aint near
my glue goes to waste,
as this soul pastes sadness in my eyes.
The me he sees, I may never know
though daily he tries to let me know
in this ring of love, am daily fed these blows
the me he sees is a puzzle,
I love to leave undone.
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