Only images

I have many personalities,

All fake but I need them to hide my pain,

It's all for my image that must remain,

Of the the strong girl who scares bullies.

The image of the confident girl,

The smart schoolgirl,

The social friend of everyone,

But even with all off that,

I have no one.

Everybody knows me as a fake person,

The one that every time she takes action,

Never makes any mistakes,

But in reality I do a lot of them,

But I hide my mistakes just like anyone would hide a

gem.

I seem to have a perfect life,

With no problems,

But it's all just like albums,

It's fake,

Just like the innocence of a knife.

I wish someone would try to get to know me,

But again,

Everyone knows me,

Or in other words,

Everyone knows my image.