You say you know me.
No I do not think so.
You don't know me.
Do you know I find answers to questions that I don't have?
Do you know that I find solace in music and not in me?
What do you even know about me?


You say you know me.
Do you know who self esteem is?
I hide behind the mirror and tell myself "It is okay".
It is not okay you see.


Standing on that ageless rock of pain and anguish.
Tunes of animosity playing in my head.
Shaking my hips to the drum of rancour and acrimony.
Mother earth has fallen asleep.
No one really understand.
That I do not know me.
© Pelumi.