They Think They Know
They think they know, but how could they?
those shaded memories are blank spaces to even me.
How can they know what I have not said?
those words have not swept across these tired lips
Speaking or thinking what they might know
only leads to speculation into a life blocked by fear
so do they really know? do they know what I truly think
or how I see myself in this broken false world of today
Knowing me the real me would be a blessing
Even I am confused by the person I have become
So, they think they know do they?
well they better keep looking and searching.
they only know what I want them to know
They think they know, But how could they?
This world is like puppets I can string them along
they think they know when I am smiling
Funny! I know those smiles are followed by relief
because I know they think they know the real me
But who can honestly say they Know
I can tell you They are Few.
