You think you know who I am, But you do not know me as I really am.
There is so much more to me than you think:
Better and worse in different ways,
More complex and more obscure,
Erratic, inconsistent and often confused;
And yet: straightforward in my needs and desires.
So different to you - and yet the same.
Don't label and dismiss me.
Don't patronize me or pretend to care.
I crave your affection, yet despise its lack of authenticity.
Given to introspection, self-absorption,
Imposing on myself loneliness and isolation,
Alienating those that love me most,
with negligence or intent;
Christ is my only hope in life and death:
Though God slay me, yet shall I praise Him.
You think you know who I am;
You do not know me as I really am.
But then I shall know, just as I am fully known.
Gordon Cloke
Cry of the Human by Gordon Cloke is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.0 UK: England & Wales License.
Based on a work at www.gordoncloke.com.