My Identity The Real Me

by Fan Angeleo   May 16, 2008


I speak my native tongue
and I don't know what's wrong.
Nothing I can see but probably
you think I am stupid.
Stupid for trying to be something
I am not.
Stupid for hurting you because
I was angry.
All this time I was blinded
by my ignorance. My image
who I want to be I will only
look at that, that kind l'll put
away in a mirror but
I Stand alone.

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