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A poem to a good Friend. I make mistakes, I am not perfect, I always
forget. I may be creative, have a brilliant mind,
I have memory problems, and cannot handle emotions well.
I never had a childhood; people call me their child which makes up for this loss.
Yes I am a child from the stars and not of this earth.
I don’t understand why people behave in ways I don’t understand.
I break down and cry easily, I need no more trauma and accusations.
I do not need someone to tread, and abuse my sensitivity.
My creativity, my connection with the universe through Infinity.
I tell one who I am, and hope for understanding I don’t need one to assume me
I don’t need one to believe other’s stories and assumptions.
I am who I am, I tell you the truth about myself and things
Things that I can remember with my absent mind.
Take it or leave it. I don’t believe in give and take.
Only that to share and be what I have. I don’t have time for people to tell me
what to do or be. I don’t have time with people who believe
other’s assumptions about me. I don’t have time for people who assume
me on things that are nonsense. For I say, that when the winds of time, blow
on the sands of time The naked truth unravels and reveals itself.
I try to be genuine as I can, if you cannot accept me,
I would have to let you be, I would always have my heart, door and arms
open. I just need to be, and not assumed to be.
Please don’t believe in me, I only need to be understood.
Loved, and accepted, like you do. Much Love, Namaste