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The People Who Know Me Best

They say that I have a hard face

And that

I am guarded

They say that I am rough around the edges

They say I have opinions

And that I am a little different

They tell me that I am difficult

And that my eyes look mean at first

But

Underneath all of that

They say

I am a nice guy

That I really care

That I have good intentions

And that I always have a reason for what I do


And these are

My best friends

The people who know me the best


I want to tell them that lately

I’ve gotten better

That I am not as guarded

As I used to be

And that I am not as rough

As I was

That I’ve learned how to be more

Vulnerable

And loving


I want to tell them that writing down my life has changed it


But


I don’t


And I accept their backhanded compliments with a smile.


CH 12/10/23

 
 
 

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