You Can'T Read Me Poem by Sarah Sisson

You think you can read me and know who I am.
In fact you know nothing of sorts; where I stand...

...is far from your reaching. I'm sorry but, no.
You are a lost cry from my truth, that's just so.

I weep for you gently and laugh till my sides
become sore and I'll tell you intricate lies...

...of what I am thinking and what you can have
to know me but I keep enough. You go mad...

...to find a solution to keep me at bay.
My tell tale illusions aren't going away.

So why do I tease you with things that aren't true?
It's only because I am me and not you.

Copyright 01-31-2009 Sarah Sisson