Myself, Now
Now, I can see. I can see myself, now,
The way you always seemed to see me:
Down on my knees, head touching the ground.
My friends never wanted to be me.
But, as I walk, now, head out of the clouds,
Poised as if I had never known you,
I wear a true smile in front of the crowds
And these days I can’t even feel blue.
This poem is about:
Me