It is not easy, not by far,
To be the person you think you are
The person you think people see,
May not be whom you want to be,
That person you may not yet know—
For, first , these others have to go;
So life becomes enigma-prone,
Which one is there when you’re alone?
Come on, ‘fess up, you know it’s true,
Sometimes you don’t know who is who.
And then it happens, something worse–
Indeed it makes you want to curse;
You make a statement, with intent,
But it’s not heard in how it’s meant.
Confusing? That’s beyond belief.
But life goes on, without relief.
© Richard Williams