true event.
no one knows us but they keep talking about us.

No one knows me

yeah, look at me and show me with your finger
don't care
no one knows me, they don't have the right to talk about me
but what you can say when humans become malicious?
i don't care
i leave you all behind
to fly with the wings of poetry
find a hidden love in the words
and fall in love with stories and poems

---humans-what are they, at last?---

Words by Angel_in_disguise
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Written on 2006-09-16 at 21:32

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Black Knight
Yeah, it's really true - no one knows you, but, for some reason or other, considers that he has the right to judge you and to teach you. I hate this.

I am I, and I dont care about someone's opinion...

"The more I find out humans, the more I like the dogs".

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautifully expressed sentiment and all poets tend to lose them selves in the words they see and write but out there are some nice ppl too you poem hits at the truth so well done rgds mike