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

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