Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
I merely smile when they tell me "I'm just like you"
there's a world between us that we can't see
what I am all about they don't have a clue
that little in common doesn't define me.
Nobody knows me better than I
and I'm still discovering who I am
no matter how hard anyone may try
it would be like extracting fruit from jam.
People are strangers much more than they know
disclosing selectively how much they choose
so it's all nothing but a spectacular show
either upsetting or meant to amuse.
Actors being audience at same time
laboring so hard to meet half way
all confessions not worth a dime
enigmas no matter what we say.
Language we use doesn't bring us closer
for those are lies we collectively cherish
and trying to read others' mind, no sir
good for us, or else we might perish.
So here I am, a stranger to me
and more of it to you as well
it's the only truth I can see
others so reluctant to tell.
© 2021 Val Karas