No One Knows Me

Right now I feel so weak
I know I sometimes act like a freak

but that's not me
No one knows me
No one knows the real me

I'm just a little fool
That still goes to school
I'm just a simple girl
Like all the other girls
With long hair and golden curls

With plain hazel eyes
that tells no lies
With outer calm face and inner loud cries

With non-stop gloomy tears
With a heart full of bitter fears

With a forlorn broken heart
With my fellow sorrow that never leaves me apart

With sleepless scary nights
Dark with no beam of light

Weak.. Weak
Like an angel with no wings
Like a bird that can not sing

No one knows me
I always smile in glee
No matter how much pain I feel
And the sadness in my eyes
I always try not to reveal

No one knows me
I might be laughing at the moment
But in a while.. I'll be again feeling this torment

Weak.. Weak
No one knows me
No one knows me

2 June 2000

by unknown poet

Comments (6)

Hi i just want to know if this is a poem or a sonnet.?
My dad when he was a boy had to memorize this poem when his teacher discovered he was not doing his schoolwork. I and my siblings were judiciously blessed with him reciting it to us whenever we did not apply ourselves as we ought. It was a gift that kept giving. :)
for me I can get a little frustrating at times when I know that I have a lot of work to do. this poem makes me realize that I should not get so worked up about it.
My Dear Old Dad would help me with my paperwork every week and he would cheerfully recite this poem. He has been gone now for almost 7 years and I can still see his smiling face and toothy grin and hear the pleasant lilt of his voice and see him seated at the big dining room table where we would do our work. It was more a reassurance to spend time with him and he was 83 and retired and we would find comfort in his continued engagement in what he recognized as productive activity. This was his secret to a long and happy life. I thank your website for finding this poem in its entirety so that I can memorize it and be reminded of the positive effects of a productive life in the search for true happiness.
beautifull poem on the sense of human endeavour
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