They Don't Know Me. . .

They know my name,-
and they know my style.
They think I'm the same-


But they don't know me...


They know what I like.
And they know all the while-
or so they think-


But they don't know me...


They think I'm down
In every way lost
"I could be kicked around"-


But I'm not the same...


All these years-
swallowed by the cost.
Drenched in tears-


But I have changed.


I used to lose hope-
at the first sign of failure.
A downhill slope...


They used to know me...


Until I met God
He helped me mature-
Now He's my rod-


They sure don't know me...


Not the least bit-
At least-not anymore.
I can take any hit-


Let the storm worsen.


Without walking in the room-
Only their foot in the door-
They like to assume-


But I'm not the same person-


...And they don't know me.

The End

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