Me

From quiet to thunderous
From calm to raging
A casual smile to a fearful plea
This is what goes on inside of me.
I try to hide it so that no one knows.
But as quick as a flash, there my mask goes.
I try to catch it, not knowing
That as soon as I reach, that's when I go.
Oh woe is me; oh me is woe
Where shall this poem go?
Torn all to pieces, thrown away;
Kept and read from day to day.
You tell me and I'll tell you,
What we see and what we do.
Here it comes, there it went,
A smile came, a sorrow sent.
-Amanda E. Cassidy
September 21, 1998

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