The real me

by dEpReSsEdCuTtEr   Jun 7, 2004


Shes sitting there while the world passes her by
no one knows how badly she wants to die

no one notices no one cares
this life of hers really is unfair

her so called 'friends' turn their back
while her world is under attack

betrayed alone with no one here
that is the only thing she constantly feels

sometimes her life can turn out great
but then it is demolished by all the hate

when shes surrounded by a huge crowd
talking laughing giggling oh so loud

you'd never guess how alone she feels
you've never seen her being herself being real

the real her is an insecure child
full of youth even a little wild

if everyone would just take the time to see
you would find out what makes her world rise and fall, you'd find out the real me

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  • 20 years ago

    by Casondra

    I've read all of your poems now and let me just tell you, you are an amazing writer. Don't ever stop.

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    *Casondra