The True Me
Ah, the true me...
It might scare most to see
Who I am inside, truly
But, because you ask
I’ll take off my mask
And show you the true me.
Yes, slowly now I shall remove
The disguise through which my comfort moves
And show you the true me.
As though nearly drowning, I gasp for air,
Coming up to the surface I push back my hair
All the sarcasm, one liners, and darkened quick wit
Spill out from me in an intensely disillusioned fit.
My voice once a wallflower, blending in with the rest
Is now a thunderous bellow coming up from my chest.
My laugh is electric and can be heard worldwide
It is quite obnoxious, I must confide.
I cuss and I scream and I think awful thoughts,
Despite all who may frown or say I should not.
I sing to myself until bells ring in my ears
While praying to God that no one hears.
It’s usually classic rock, as I am an old soul,
I love 60s and 70s rock and roll.
I like vodka cranberry and the occasional smoke,
Marlboro Menthols are my favorite to toke.
I’d wear skate shoes over heels any day.
Who has time for painful beauty anyway?
The true me wants to quit my job and write for a living,
To sit in wonder yet clear as day as my pen begins giving
Character, emotion, detail and everything in between
To the pages it touches; a feeling truly serene.
Now that I have shared just a tid-bit of the true me
It’s time to head back to reality
Back to the reasonable, more ladylike me.