I.

I can smile
I can laugh out loud
I can cry
I can please the crowd
I can hear
I can dream a dream
I can talk
I can feel it seems
I can run
I can get upset
I can hurt
I can end up wet
I can dance
I can play a tune
I can shout
I can be consumed
I can do I can do
I can tell you this is true
But is it true?
Am I who you know or knew?
Or is it that the real me,
Is not there to see?
Or chooses not to be seen.
I can choose.

poem by Dave James
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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