The real me
Is not what you can see
Few can differentiate
Most only negate
The real me is quite different
You see, my heart is absent
My once cheery soul
Is now numb and cold
The real me doesn't have to think twice
Before making a fresh crimson slice
No thought is able to cross my mind
Except for what I will leave behind
My eyes once content and cheerful
Are now hopeless wet and fearful
You see, the real me is covered
By someone who is much preferred
I'm covered by this sweet funny child
Whose soul is carefree and wild
This fake little one
Covers up the broken
It hides my deepest fears
It shoves away all of my tears
All of my scars must be hidden
No one can see this little demon
And when that demon comes out for a short while
That hell-like create that is overly vile
No one seems to pay attention
No one could care about that miniature Satan
So leave me alone
I don't want to be known
Let me be free
To be the real me
