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I Know the Facts
Dustin Lowman
It’s not time to face the facts
They know they’ve already been faced
I know them, and they know me
We’re forever in the same place
I don’t always need to be told
I already know who I am
Either way, this is how I’ll stay
Not moved by a battering ram
But at least I know this much
I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not
At the end of the day, come what may,
The real me is what I have got
I’ve memorized faces for naught
And I know just how people will act
Maybe they’ll see that I hold the key
And one day they will face the facts
It’s easy to predict the future
Every day is a clone of the last
And though I’ve been vexed, I know what comes next
Every year is a clone of the past
But at least I know this much
I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not
At the end of the day, come what may,
The real me is what I have got
There’s a fire ablaze in my mind
As I glare at events that have passed
They thought they’re so strong, but I know they were wrong
My frustrations all have amassed
Usually I’m able to cope
With this stuff that goes on to no end
Recently though, my nerves start to go
And my room turns into my best friend
But at least I know this much
I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not
At the end of the day, come what may,
The real me is what I have got