True You
I am who I was made to be,
I am orignal,
Check all seven seas.
To be or not to be is the question?
Oh wait I forgot to mention,
The wall that hides me from the crowd,
holds me back from being proud.
I have opinions,
None which matter,
all news is pointless chatter.
Holding back tears,
A life filled with fears,
Just another year.
We all make miss takes,
All people are fake.
How can you see the lies?
In 14 billion eyes.
This is the true me,
Life is a glass of iced tea.
This poem is about:
Me