Except for Me

by Eric Y. Theriault

often see,
what isn't there,
and read into things,
they see little of.
Assumptions grow,
and people's image;
can either grow or die.
I have fallen victim here,
and I know not why.
For I am not the greatest of men,
But rather a simple man,
yet what little they know of me,
has somehow multiplied.
and now everyone wants my presence;
and everyone wants to be just as I;
except for me;
except for me.