sometimes I feel as though

the real me is not the

FOREFRONT

but rather my

shadow

hidden behind the smiles

pushed away from the

surface

friendly and a tad fake up front

hopes

hobbies

&

hurt

appear as a shadow behind

because maybe no one will love

or want to know the real me when

perfection

poise

&

pensiveness

fades away

but sometimes in the right light

the shadow becomes the

focus

appearing as

beauty