If They Really Knew Me

The song If He Really Knew Me
makes me think of me.
I wonder if I write my poetry
or my poetry writes me.
It is not as hard these days
to write down what I want to say.
It is like singing.
If I try too hard I stumble and fall
but would people want to be
my friend if I could not do this at all?
Without my poetry and my voice
who am I?

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