The Real Me People think they know the real me But, they don't They only know the person I want them to see Hiding behind my true self If I were to reveal myself I would scare the people I love most I am nothing but a shell A person looking outside myself You look at me and see a girl Who has all the wonderful things But dont believe what you see Thats not the real me The real me is a person scared Scared of the whole world And the things around it A bleeding heart indulging this pain Sometimes I see myself outside of my body Looking at all my actions And think to myself what a scary thought Its like a tunnel that I am looking down The room spins out of control I panic inside thinking will they find me out Will they notice the real me? What will they think? Will they run in terror thinking This girl is crazy Lets just lock her away Stay back for you will never know the real me.Birth sign: Libra
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