I am not who you think I am
Not the person you create, not moulded from clay
or a fictional victim of the world led astray
a loser about to crash, an abused wreck to taunt
a tortured soul with nowhere to haunt
Not the person you portray
Not the fallen, down trodden, leaves underfoot
or a weak fragile frail man in a cage, so misunderstood
someone to laugh at and pick holes with hurt
to kick into the kerb to break apart
Not who you say I am
Not a freak too quiet to understand
too hard to get to know deep down, never get to expand
a punching bag to take your anger out on, cant compete
a welcome mat on which to wipe your feet
Not the picture you paint of me
Inside a heart shines, its blood flows true
a man of love to give to you
a carer and a listener, a giver not a taker
love to laugh and joke but no faker
Not the man you imagine
Get to know, the real deal
the emotions that scar, this mind heals
but still pushes to be better, stronger still
never wishes any ill will
Thanks for reading.
Peace love happiness
Kyle
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