The Real Me
The Real Me:
My whole childhood left me as an outcast.
With fake friends who pretended to be real.
My life unfiltered has been filled
with pain and loneliness.
Until an angel appeared
and kissed my cheek with happiness
Making me feel the beauty,
and the truth inside my soul.
I had never felt before
My #selfie unfiltered
Is cracked like an eggshell
But healing with the love
from my family and now:
My Real Friends
The ones who don't pretend to be fake.
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