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The Real Me is locked inside

Poetry By: munches2008
Poetry


Another poem.


Submitted:Mar 26, 2010    Reads: 85    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I sit in a classroom
Quiet and Shy
Days go by
People take advantage of me
They rip the insides out of me
I just let it roll
The real me screams to be free
The real me doesn't like this
I won't take it
I want to let it all out
I'm afraid
This real me has roles
I disrespect, ignore, and argue with people
That is what leads me down the wrong road
I want to switch to my real me
People would call me fakes
Then that would make my life more disappointing
Just make it STOP





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