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THE REAL ME
Do you think you know me,
who I am deep down inside,
can you see for certain,
the real me that I hide?
~*~
Those who think they know me,
they haven't got a clue,
they see only what I choose to be,
they're blinded by the truth.
~*~
People pass right by me,
as if I wasn't there,
It leaves me feeling lonely,
knowing they dont even care.
~*~
I want to run away and hide,
just so I can see,
if anyone really gave a damn,
if just one would run to me.
~*~
How can I hold my texture,
when I cant feel myself,
like a hollow piece of fixture,
i'm put upon a shelf.
~*~
The real me needs to break away,
and run from this secret place.
to show them who I really am,
and put a smile back on my face.
~*~
Angellynn
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