the real me
the real me
a question we ask ourselves when in doubt
no one knows the real me
am i athletic, a nerd, popular?
we wear masks to hide our true selves
fake is the definition
do you even want people to know the real you?
the act is never ending
the makeup never comes off
we try to fit in
but at what cost?
what, who is the real me?
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