I am Not What You Think I am
Who "I" am is in my "Eye"



I am not what you think I am
Have you ever felt—misunderstood?
It is a lot like being lost—encircling the woods
Inside the journey of the mind—we can only go so far
due to our emotional oddity—automatically raises the bar
speaking of bars—the first images I got to think about are jails
locked inside a moving train—that’s about to go off—the rails
It’s always a scary feat—often—aplenty of gnashing of teeth
With droplets of tears—adds a quite dramatical bequeath
To be misunderstood was always the last place—I wanted to be
The last space winning at a race—isn’t what I want you to see
Sometimes—it is all about crossing over to the other side
reading between the line—hoping to be—demystified
I’ll paint you a word—picture, would not be enough
I’m afraid I’d confuse you, with many other stuff
One thing for sure, I can’t even write or draw
I’m a leaf on a river just going along the flow
In a hot summer’s day, what would I say
What I am thinking—food—at a buffet
Consoled by an ice cream on a cone
Guess what—Can’t eat it alone
I mean you can—if you want
If it’s really what you want
that makes it—a thing
as in, ice—thawing
a tear of an eye
I, with a sigh!
Will it end
A trend
Hmm
!!
?
Try looking at me from upside—down
I’m not going to give you a treat, but a frown
The story of my life, is a story I can’t brag about
which only fell from out of my eye—at a drought
A tear falling amongst the rain, no one will see
Falling in slow motion, I’m yearning to be free
What comforts you, isn’t what comforts me
It isn’t because of choice, but by curiosity
Aren’t two teardrops better than one?
Such heavy burden can weigh a ton
I’m happy to know, I’m not alone
Crossing a road is a milestone
What comforts me today?
Came, on my birthday
A new one at heart
It’s a work of art
a puzzle pieces
it increases
who I am
Hmm
!!
?
About the Creator
Wilbert Dela Cruz
I'm a small pebble, living in the ripples; a mixture of water & tears. I'm a silent-dreamer, dreaming, to triple the bubbles, to what comes down, will go up, and up, and away, as to where my story goes, I shall live to tell another day.




Comments (1)
Intrieguing poem, it kinda reminds me of the writing process.