Growing Pains

"'tis him in standing water"- and I must add, the water is often hot. Here is my sixteen year old self- rediscovered after so many years.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

A Warning

A cloud a fuzzy haze
Surrounds the real I
What I am supposed o be
Is all a nasty lie
Myself and the real me
So successfully do I hide
That you will never know
What in truth is inside.
My appearance is deceptive
And I let it be so
What I am and what I think
Why need you know?
Let always this untruth remain
Let always this be
I know you certainly won' like
The person who is really me.
Maybe I am selfish
A mean and cunning cat
I sure am certain
You won't like that.
SO here I've been deceiving
Cheating you near and far
Remember if I am a hypocrite
That’s just what you are.
So while I lie to you
You reciprocate the same
My, aren't we good
At this deceiving game
When you next criticize me
Keep this in mind, sure do
There are a lot o things
That I know about you
Maybe in an unguarded moment
Something from my mouth slips
Lest it happen, he price I ask
Is that you guard your lips
It is not cat and mouse
The game between us two
We're equal- as you say for me
I perhaps might for you.