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I Wrote d poem..when i felt i wasnt like..ppl thought abt me.. They"ll know me bettr Now |
| It"s me that we are talking about, Because you think You have me Figured out. My family my friends often make me think, Do they really know my instincts? I smile,I worry,I feel sad and then I cry , My friends start consoling me & give it a try! Seeing me alright again they are satisfied, Assume that they have me Figured out. My attitude,my ways- they are accustomed to And they"re the ones who care for me too . Try to find the reason behind my Frown, Though I somehow cook up a Story always!! Seldom do they stop & think, For there is a soul Untouchable in me That makes me Think and work Unusual Enabling me to be a different person in Real. With all my goods and bads, I am a different person altogether, Still they think they"ve me Figured Out, So I wrote these Lines to Clear their Doubt. |