The Real Me
My life’s a hidden secret
My thoughts thoroughly protected
My personality a puzzle
My worries and hopes intertwined and connected
No one knows or cares
No one knows what I can be
No one seems to understand
No one, not even me
I want to show you
everything I can feel.
I want to show you the hidden me,
wipe away the fake personalities you think are real.
I’m just a boy
who barely fits in.
I’m just a boy
who never seems to win.
I can be brave,
or sometimes smart,
I can be charming,
yet I can seal away my heart.
But this no one will ever know
no one will get the key to see.
I shall never let anyone in,
to see the unfiltered me.
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