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(i hate) to hear it from you
by Andrew S Adamsnobody tells me who i am
i cry 'liar' to the ends of the earth
i wrap myself in me
so you may never find the reality
but slowly i unwind
fall down in your arms
if it could be anyone to tell me
why does it have to be you?
i cant understand myself
you've got me figured out
if you let me in on it
i've failed me
i run for living mystery
enigma hidden in everything simple
and what have you done?
complicate every little shred.
it could be someone else
knowing me right away
it could be them to tell me
what next will i say.
why are you so right?
map out my life, you know where i'll be
today, tomorrow night
you know everything about me.
why is it you?
it could be anyone
but it's that much more painful
to hear it from the one i love
so, i hate to hear it from you. 12/08/2002 Posted on 12/08/2002
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 12/10/02 at 01:27 AM sometimes it really is harder to accept reality if they come from someone you love. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/10/02 at 02:26 AM Superb open hearted poem. Great reminder that it's often most painful to hear the truth about ourselves from someone we love, but would we listen to the truth if it were anyone else? Would they even tell us? Sometimes it's best this way no matter how painful. Thanks for the reality check Andrew. :o) |
| Posted by Quinn Vokes on 12/14/02 at 09:12 PM wowwowwow...-agrees with all the above;) |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 03/13/03 at 03:01 AM very lovely. |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 03/20/03 at 04:44 PM i feel that way all the time ... unfortunately, most of the truth i hate to hear comes from myself. wonderful work. |
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