Do U Know This Person? Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

Why do I live with such confidence,
yet I am so unsure,
how can people trust in my judgement,
yet I always feel so insecure,
why do others think I am fun to be around,
yet most of the time I think
I am a bore.

Some people say I am a natural Gem,
if they only knew I honestly don't like who I am.
Some people say I am special and unique,
if they only knew thoughts of myself
tend to be very weak.

I am on this earth to live,
it does make me happy that I do care enough to give.

I think it would be different to be some else,
someone so different than me,
a personality that is refreshingly new,
you know what,
within this poem there is a very lucid clue,
there is a remote chance,
that I maybe just maybe I could be speaking for you?