Everybody knew
who I was
but me
Everybody pointed at me
with the finger
and said “she is”;
I was amazed
about that things they knew.
I tried to fight
against the stream
but no....
they stood firmly ,
“that´s you”.
Everybody knew
who I was
but me
Everybody pointed at me
with the finger
and said “she is”;
I was amazed
about that things they knew.
I tried to fight
against the stream
but no....
they stood firmly ,
“that´s you”.
Excellent. A fine description of the vagaries of and the environmental influence on self. I really like this poem.
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
tthank you for your words.....this poem is longer but I am still doubtful about the ending...later may be...
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