The Real Me
At the end of each day, after I wash away
The facade I put on for the world
I see my true self looking back at me in the mirror
She is kind and shy
She is one who truely cares about others
One who would never try to harm other people
No matter what they have done to her
She is a lover, not a fighter
This true image of myself cares too much about everything around her
She feels the pain of everyone
Yet, nobody can feel her pain
For her pain is hidden away for the benefit of others
So that nobody will worry about her
The true version of myself obsesses about anything and everything
Whether it be a book or television show
She lets no one know of this
Because she fears what others will think
The real me really just cares
She cares for everyone and everything
She cares for the deforestation in Madagascar
She cares for the starving people of the world
She cares about the Global Climate Change
She cares for you
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