You Don't Know Me!

written by a 14 year old

I write about death and suicide;

Nails painted black, hair dyed.

    You think you know me.

I hide behind red jelloed bangs;

Or loud laugh and long blond mane.

    You think you know me.

Taking chances, dares, and dirty jokes;

Dreaming in my tree house.

    You think you know me.

Meditation, crystals, and candles;

Big black boots and Birkenstock sandals.

    You think you know me.

I break your rules;

But I have my own.

    You think you know me.

My friends hurt;

And I care.

    You think you know me.

Ravel moves my soul;

Kronos pushes my horizons.

    You think you know me.

Solitary walks.  Secret places;

I am many spaces, many faces.

    YOU DON'T KNOW ME!

How can you know me?

I barely know myself.

Mask

©
Diana DeMille
October 10, 1998