Poem: He Thinks We Are Alike

He Thinks We Are Alike

That I am the same,
that I think those things,
that I see people as he does,
and I know what he sees,
I have heard enough of it,
have listened, have heard,
have understood it,
and I do not know
why I did not run,
but I did not.  I listened,
and he thinks I am the same,
but it is only that I listened,
is only that I was afraid
to be seen by him,
to be dismissed.  I know
what he thinks,
what he considers doing.
I do not want 
to push him,
and so I listened,

so he thinks
we are the same.

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