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The Real Me


Yes I do hide behind a mask of some sort

Due to the fact I am embarrsed to be myself

You grow up learning to love yourself

But as I grew up, I started to hate myself more and more

I became intensively caring about what others thought of me

And not what I thought of myself

The anxiety of worrying so much of impressing everyone built up,

as my self confidence went down to almost nothing

I keep the curtain closed because I am so scared they wont like me,

they'll judge me like everyone else

just because i'm not like them

When I do not have to worry, or when I am comfortable around others,

I am someone else

I come out of my shell

and forget the other me is still alive, in my own skin

Every day I face the battle of being the second girl, the real me

the one I actually want to be

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