If you try to be me, I’ll try to be you.
Then for each other, we’ll know what to do.
If you look at me through my eyes,
there will be no need to wear my protective disguise.
Because you’ll be able to see that my inner child is in fear.
You’ll be able to see my insecurities quite clear.
You’ll see that I’m not nearly as strong as I appear.
And you’ll see that I feel more and more pain with each passing year.
Then it will be your turn to take off your mask.
And you’ll have no choice but to tell me your true feelings when I ask.
I’ll see that when you want to cry, you scream.
I’ll see that you, like me, are not as tough as you seem.
I’ll see that you’re going over the brink.
You’ll see that I need you to love me much more than you think.
When you look at me reflected in your view.
The picture is distorted by my ego—and yours too.
Look at me without the deep complexes of our past.
Open your heart and relate to me at last.
So let’s open our minds—I’ll become you, and you’ll become me.
And I’m sure we’ll be shocked and saddened by what we both see.
I’ll see that you need significance, and belonging.
You’ll see my dreams for you and my longing.
I’ll see that you are weary of the games we play.
You’ll see that I pray for you to love me and stay.
If I see your pain,
I won’t hurt you again.
If you see why I cry and complain,
you won’t abuse me the same.
And if I am you and you are me,
we can finally end this torture and agree.
To work on improving the relationship
and make it the best it can be.
So we can finally live together
in peace and harmony.
So let’s trade places.
Let’s open our eyes and see
What happens to the two of us
When I become you
and you become me.
Trackbacks & Pingbacks
[…] Trading Places: A heard a haunting song on the radio titled “Human” by Rag’N’Bone Man, which gave me the courage to post this poem I wrote over fifteen years ago. The song cut through me on so many levels, but it mostly made me realize that I’m flawed, I’m not perfect, and I’ve made my share of foolish mistakes resulting from irresponsible life choices. I can’t undo any of it. And I can’t fix it either. Others made mistakes too, so why put all the blame on me? Rag’N’Bone Man seemed to speak directly to me as he sang through his sadness and guilt. He symphonically defended himself against the despairing burden crushing his being: “I’m only human after all; don’t put the blame on me. Don’t put the blame on me.” […]
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