I Don't Know You

Do I know you?
Really know you and that other side of you
That deeply hidden, scary side of you
That side that has been in jails and mental institutions
That side that went from sweet and bright
To harassing, stalking, frightening to both me and my son?
Do I know you?
That side that obviously fooled college professors
And the sistas who voted you into their sorority?
Do I know you?
That side that refuses to accept no and goodbye
That triggers the inexplicable, mind-boggling
That has created havoc in my everyday life.
Oh gosh, do I know you?
I can’t know you,
I just can’t because you are crazy, a real nightmare.
Never mind the good looks and education.
Something is not right with your brain.
You are a danger to yourself and obviously me.
Do I know you?
Oh, girl, I don’t want to know you
But I know that you need help.
I know that you need to stop disguising and start asking for help.
I know that if you could fool me, educators and your friends
That you could trick anyone, maybe even kill them.
Do I know you?
Really know you and that other side of you?
Obviously not. But I am not alone.
Every day there’s a man or woman
Who probably thinks they know their mate.
You’re a prime example that you can never be totally sure.