I see you through the crowd
I glance at you
You’re smiling laughing joking
But that’s not the real you
I see beneath this act
I know you’re deeper than that
Is there a reason?
That you are holding back
You must feel
Scared trapped alone afraid
No need with me
I’m an ear to listen
A hand to hold
A shoulder to cry on
Whenever you need
© Ann Dempsey 2003
The Real You by Ann Dempsey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 2.0 UK: England & Wales License.
Saturday, 24 July 2010
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