You don't know me
(although you don't know that
and you'd swear you do)
and sometimes
I might wish you did.
But then
I remember
and I wish that I could say
I really knew myself.
Will I survive, who will give a damn, if no one knows who I am?
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About Me
- Arielle Marie
- I sing, and write stream of consciousness poetry, and do absolutely anything with theatre. Oh! and I waltz.
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Each of these poems is copyrighted 2008 by the author. No quotations, however brief, may be made without my as the author's prior, express, written consent.
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