The Real Me
The real me she has problems so
I keep her at a distance
That’s why the thought of saying “I”
Is met with some resistance
And I agree the real me’d be
Reluctant to reveal
(a certain need and fear of mine
is saying what I feel)
This lack of love of self I know
Is apt to make you frown
But I’ll admit the real me
Didn’t want to write this down
But then again, of course I did!
I love to write you see
And words that rhyme are special ‘cause
They form a part of me
The real me likes to write things down
A softer form of saying
For me the act of writing
Could be comparable to playing
The real me well perhaps she seeks
A channel for expression
And poems like these are opportune
For personal confession
So here the role of words is to
Provide elaboration
To briefly summarize
My many feelings of frustration
“I’m fine” “I’m good” I’m gauging what
It is you want to hear
I speak it hoping inwardly
It sounds good to your ear
Please don’t believe I aim to lie
That’s not completely true
But people pleasing’s dangerous
The habit sticks like glue
The real me struggles to admit
The thoughts she really feels
She words them in third person
And by doing so conceals
The real me’s me, I know she is!
I scarcely dare to say it
Perhaps a bit of poetry’s
The best way to convey it
The real me’s not a selfie, duh
There’s more to life than fad
But thinking that the real me’s not afraid
Is just as bad.