the real me
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Without the filter I am weak.
The filter makes me feel strong.
Without the filter I do not belong.
The filter makes me feel like one of you.
Without the filter I am blue.
The laughs of my loved ones;
The tears that fall into droplets on my pillow;
The sigh of relief after a long day;
The clap of an audience after a race;
The magical sound of music coming from within;
Though nobody knows
Though nobody knows inside i'm tangled, as if a milion baby spiders creating a home at once
Though nobody knows, the future clouds my mind
Cold, dark and miserable
Was told it was part of being a criminal
But why title me that?
It's not like you know all the facts
True I don't know how to act
But at least I stay true to my colors
The real me is a bit hard to explain,
I'm sad when I'm alone
Yet happy when with others.
When I'm in pain
I hide it all. I am hard, like a stone,
But too soft for my brothers...
The Real Me
People always tell me to be me
To be the one of a kind me
To be the real me
To not be afraid to be me
You said we are friends. were friends till the end but what you do not see is the real me. All I want do is to make you see the guy inside me. Inside all the fear inside the fat and tears I want you to see the real me.
Everyone thinks my life is a breeze, and that I get by with ease.
Everyone thinks I'm rich and snobby, and shopping is something I do as an everyday hobby.
When I think of “my identity”, I think, “The naturally straight-A son, the church goer who worships God, the boy who likes girls. This is me.
That smart girl at the back of the room
Who is she?
"Just a two-dimentional nerd"
As if, I'm so weird I'm four-dimentional
"She is too busy studying to have a life"
