Know Me
I don’t think they believe me.
I don’t think that it’s fair.
There just so quick to judge me,
For the things that are not there.
I guess they just can’t read me,
Flip the pages of my heart.
I could just say “I’m sorry”
But I don’t know where to start.
They talk thinking they get it,
What it is I’m trying to say.
But for them understanding,
Is a little ways a way.
So if you think you know me
Then just quickly think again.
For you can be my enemy
Though I’d rather be your friend.
-Liz