“I”
I whom you don’t understand,
Once was small, use to sit in the sand.
Sometimes so hard in my heart it seems,
To show what is I, the reality not the dreams.
At a distance you are kept from what is me,
One whom likes music and writes words for thee.
Yes! I am afraid to show,
A much easier portrait for those to know.
I wear a mask for most to see,
Few only know that it is me.
This is a person you’ve just met,
Don’t know why but it is I.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
I think this is a great piece. 🙂
Thanks for reading
On Fri, Nov 25, 2016 at 8:59 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You are understood, on these pages, perhaps more than you realize.
Thanks somuch
On Fri, Nov 25, 2016 at 9:13 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I think this speaks for a lot of us. Great work 🙂