The Real Me Poem by David DeSantis
The Real Me
I'm different,
I'm unusually not the same
something askew
my thought patterns
something I can not feign.
I'm weird
and won't play this underfoot
playing games in my
macho mind
her body as my book
I'm old
but really yet still young
24 years
of old man thoughts
a real life Mr. button
I lie,
and pretend I tell the truth
I think I see
so wise and free
while I wait at the laid off booth
I'm a joke,
a play of a clown of a prophet
a man whose blind
behind his eyes
a piece of wood in a grommet.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
The demonization of the own personality is an intersting literary device :) you use it quite well. Good write, real you ;)
Don't be too hard on yourself young man, you are an excellent poet, good write 10 Lynda xx
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4/25/2024 3:57:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love lines 4 and 5; 'my thought patterns something...' I simply do; overall great retrospective poem. I can relate to the old soul in young body theme.