You Dont Know Me

• Peterfort Gappi
• Poetry
• 2008

I hear their footsteps I feel their eyes
I hear their hearts' judgement
And know what its like
To fit in but to not
To feel love and mistake it for lust
To cut the very veins of my reality
And to feel rage that seems like eternity
Behind the hearts of this man
Is a feeling of a deserted land
You think you know me?
Think again