I thought I knew myself
Strong willed and kind
I thought myself gentle
Full of purpose of mind
I thought I knew the person
That I am deep inside
Yet others see me differently
Seeing only what's outside
If underneath the surface
They look deeply past the shell
They would find a softer me
One that's wanting to be held
Strength is said a virtue
But my believe of strength,
It is hiding something else,
That should be studied at great length.
So when they find my inner self
With open eyes and see
They'll look at me so differently
They'll see the real me.
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Here you will find many thoughts and feelings. From time to time, they flow from me as a valcano of inspiration. I may not be a trained poet, but I think to be a poet is to feel and express that feeling with depth and emotion.
My Dreams
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