I speak their language fairly well
and most of the time dress the role.
I’ve never felt like most of them,
but then, that never was my goal.
I wished to explore what we hid
‘neath our shining public surface.
The more I searched, the more I found
scenes like backstage at the circus.
Despite the noise and colored lights,
like the blinding blue pinspot’s glow,
inside we keep our mysteries,
as we struggle today to tomorrow.
I don’t want to find your secrets,
even if you’d still like to hear mine.
Told you some over the decades,
though I, too, coulda been lyin’.
Poetry’s my second language,
though this accent sets me apart.
Real poets won’t ever get me,
when even you never got my heart.
That’s why I keep trying each day
to reach out, your soul gently shaking.
I’m not looking for what you think,
souls are for giving, not taking.
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