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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