You don't know the all of me,
you only know what you can see. Sometimes, I am sweet, sincere, devout. Then other times I'm just inside-out.
Gruff and frustrated, simmering, too. Not sure to tell you off or give in to an angry screw.
The world is big and wide and full of doubt. You only see the me you want - heartfelt, subservient, with little thought...
It's not that I want to run away, just have you see the all of me, that elusive enigma that even I don't always see. And maybe one day, we'll all agree.
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To My Sons,
1 week ago