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Real or Fake


My life has been full of secrets

My thoughts much protected

My personality a big puzzle

No one knows what I can be

This curtain I am behind

Do they really want to see the real me ?

 

I can be brave

Smart, charming 

My mother says be proud of you self and smile everyday

My heart was stolen from me from all the hatred that I had and have. 

Starred, secrets, lies spread. 

This Is the real me 

 

Sports saved my life, finally people who accept me. me 

The real me that everyone can see

But what about that curtain ?

No more needed 

Everyone could discern this black individual.

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