I Am Not the Person You Think I Am
i am not the person you think i am
i said goodbye to someone today
she would liked the warmth of my hands
i am not the person you think i am
i got a verbal blow from a woman at work
she has packed, wrapped and put me in a box
i am not the person she thinks i am
i met a man in the street
and when i could not contribute to his charity
he looked so angry, he scowled at me
i am not the man he thinks i am
do they even know who i am?
they tell me that it is not nature nurture
it is just about nature
you cannot discount someone’s life experience
do they even know who i am?
i sat down at home
and placed my tired head in my hands
it was not so much that i felt alone
but sometimes i do not know who i am
seems strange to have an inside
when not a soul really sees it
as it is exiled or somehow banned
i said so much today
but i am not the person they think i am
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James Garratt – Wednesday 10th August 2005
I Am Not the Person You Think I Am (Originally Untitled) – Written Wednesday 10th August 2005 (Aged 30)
