This Is Me

This is me.
Don't you see?
There's more to me
than you believe.

I have abilities
that you can't dream.
I can do that
what you can't imagine.

I can do so much good
and so much evil.
There's so much temptation
and the dark side beckons.
It's quite strong. Very strong.

Some of what I can do
might scare you.
It does me.
Sometimes, it terrifies me.

Power corrupts
and I have power.
I don't show much of it
but real power is rarely seen.
It doesn't show itself.
You have to look for it.

My lips don't move right;
my face is dead.
But my mind is still quite alive.
And I thirst for information.

Sometimes you're mean to me.
Does this mean I don't mean anything?
You call me friend.
But sometimes I wonder.
Is this how friends are?

Do I have feelings?
Many people act like I don't.
I think I have a point.
Treat others like you would like
to be treated.

I listen
and learn much.
I look beneath the surface
and discover much.

There's more to you than you know.
I owe you a debt I can never repay.
But it sure would be nice
if you listened to what I say.

This is me.
Don't you see?
There's more to me
than what you believe.

Have you wondered
why I sit alone?
Why I seem alone?

I don't talk as much as you think.
I don't really share my thoughts.
I suppress and repress
my feelings and emotions.

Should I bother?
Or will I be a bother?
Do you dare
to say that you care?

Sometimes I wonder.

Morris Cox
April 25, 1998