The Real Me

August 29, 2011
Every time I talk to you
It’s like I’m in a different body
I’m not me, I’m new
I hate that I deceive you
However I can’t show you
The Real Me
With fear that you wouldn’t like me
I hate that I’m not good enough to be next to you
To be called “your girl.”
But with a heavy sigh
And a breaking heart
I watch you avoid me
Be with other girls
I hate pretending
I hate being new
I want to be me

So I let you go…

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