Know Me

My words,
Not meant to entertain;
My life is not a game.

These are real emotions,
Real questions,
Real, honest pain.

 You think you know me,
Just as well,
I’m not writing for the fame.

 Allow me to ask you this,
My love,
What is my full name?

 On this pillow,
Every night,
My tears leave worried stains.

 Swept up by lust,
I lost myself,
Now you see my shame.

 A lonely girl,
With chaotic thoughts,
You may question if I’m sane.

 But,
Won’t you find it in your heart
To love me all the same.

© LRS 2011