I can be one person with someone,
Or I can be someone with another person.
I can be a completely different person.
Does that make me fake
Or does it all fill into one person?
Do all of these 'Me's' mix to make one difinitive Me?
Do others feel this way
Or is it just me?
If that is the case
Then do I really know anybody
And does anybody really know me?
Maybe there is no 'knowing' or people
If people don't know themselves.
And if no one knows me,
Then can I really have any friends?
Is it even possible to love someone?
Or can anyone really love me?
This thought depresses me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting subject Michael. We all adapt a bit to our surroundings, but at heart you are quite likely the same person. The rest is just the trappings that suit the particular act of life's play.