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Poetry: Who am I?

by Irina Diaconescu

Did you ever stop to think

About who I really am?

What makes me tick, what makes me weep?

Did you try to see all that you can?

Did you ever bother

To see beyond my appearances?

Or did you think you knew it all

Knew what made me fall to pieces?

This, I have to say

You have mastered in knowing

Because ever since I met you

You've made me catch myself bowing

To you.

But that's all gone now

I am better than that

And one day you'll see

I was the best you've ever had.

And you will see me

Just as I am:

In all of my splendor,

Which you overshadowed with fears

In all of my beauty,

Which you muddied with tears

In all of my eloquence

Which you cut at the knees

In all of my humor

Which you forever will miss

You'll miss my free-spirit

Which you so much wanted to crush

And my spontaneity,

Which you know gave you a rush

And then you will wish

For just one more chance

To appreciate me,

To stop being so crass

To love each fiber of my being

To show you've got class.

To hold me again,

To know I am yours

To swear you will love me

Through our highs and our lows

But it is much too late.

You have pushed me away

And now,

I look from a distance

And turn my back on today.

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