Confessions

Judge me all you want
Tell me all the words you think
Would best describe me in misery
But remember, there are things
Even I never say, things even I try
Not to think, things even my diary will
Never ever know

So next time when I say words
But don't tell you the reasons
Don't assume you know me
Because you never really have
Keep on thinking you do
Because you never really will

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AN: An old poem that I could somehow relate to these days. Thought I'd post it.