The real me

Sometimes I just wish I had friends that would get who i really am.

Not people who see what they want to in me but people who will like me for me.

But I am afraid that I were to show who I really am I would have no friends at all.

For I am not the one who party's.

I am not the tough person who doesn't care.

I am not the person with money.

The person who is self center.

Or the person who just complains and doesn't see what is there.

For I am a girl with a heart that is beating with feelings that are strong and sees the good in everyone even when it might not be there.

I am not perfect you may say I act like it but maybe if just once you'd let me talk with out making me feel stupid I'd be able to show you the real me.

The person I am not who you see.