please know everything about me

my truth is all the things I know about myself

that no one else knows;

all the things I see that

no one else can see

all I want is to be understood, sometimes,

but the best I can do is understand myself

and that feeling like no one could ever

know me

so how could they love me?

and I could never know them, so

how could I

love

them?

is one I know I must get past by

seeing a new light that

I guess I haven't seen yet

so for now

I hold on to the knowledge

that we each have our own

truth; experience; purpose;

and even when people misunderstand

that's part of their truth, their path

and it doesn't have to

earthquake the ground

out from under me