Misunderstood

I don’t even know if I know the real me,

Isolation, invalidation, a life going unseen

I’ve always felt this way,

invisible I guess

Automatic assumptions -

of my intellect

Like rumors spreading, from ear to ear

Never caught by surprise,

but always masked by fear

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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