At Last, Someone Who Listens

I'm Weak, I Know.

You don't have to say so.

And I'm also confused to know,

That a lot of things, I Don't Know.

I don't know, okay ?

What I write here to say.

I know this is but a poem,

Not a person I speak to so fluent.

I also don't know,

What I want to say to you.

To you, who read this,

Know, it is the poem i speak to.

I don't speak to you, stranger,

My beloved poem, is the listener.

That is because I know for sure,

That my poem will listen to me more.

It's not strange or anything,

That I speak to nothing.

My poem understands everything more,

Than a person who i talked to before.

But in real, you know,

I'm just scared to let it show.

Because I don't know so much.....Although,

I'm Weak and I Know.