The Real Me

June 29, 2011
By , brewster, MA
Its torn into a million pieces
I try to mend it
It works till I`m alone
My cover goes down
The person every one thinks they know
hides in fear of who I really am I`m no fun,depressed and I cry
I have to hide this person
But its coming out I try and hide it
everyone is starting to see it
Now I know they wouldn't like me
I`m damaged
and its finally coming out to see
But I dont want to be me
I can take it being the real me
Knowing I let them all down
I know better than to think
there is Happiness
Well at least not for me
The real me is coming out for all to see
I just wish this isn't the real me





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