I have a piece somewhere called 'I am my own best friend', Tony, and it is an honest write

in the sense of exactly what you said...noone can get the essence of me, but that's ok,

I know myself and what actually makes me tick, and... I'm quite quick to recognise my faults, 

so I'd change whatever I felt I needed to,  thanks for reading, Les

Another of your hauntingly fragile poems, Les, written with a magical softness. Your love of flowers comes through in this piece, but it's more than that; it's needing a safe place to which you can "escape", and that is the saddest part of your poem, that you need "that" place. 

You don't need to change anything; just need to be understood, as you are.

Dx 

Thanks David, yes, there's nothing to change...I have always had my special place, 

a place where I can slopey shoulder the derogatives and rest amongst my flowers and

all things peaceful. We should all have a place to go, the world can be difficult, Les x