By Michelle Carr
I see you
You may not think I do
But I do.
You may have forgotten
What I am, but I have not
And I see you.
Hiding behind a mask,
A chameleon,
A dancing monkey of sorts.
Trying desperately to please.
Please those who you think
Will give you what you want.
Spinning, twisting, bending
Believing you are just.
All the while chiseling away
At yourself,
At that beautiful potential inside.
Losing the person I had once believed
to be worth knowing.
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