The Real Me
I am hiding,
Cowering, behind a mask.
You shall never see me,
The real me.
You won't see my scars,
They are covered.
You won't know my past,
It's not on display.
Not the real me.
You'll think you know me,
But you won't have a clue.
I can't let you get close.
I can't let you see.
The real me.
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