The Real You

You sit in the cafe
Alone
Sipping your latte
Surrounded by friends
Who hardly know you
You nod along
As you half-listen
To them talking
About freaks and losers
And emos
And you wonder
What would they say.
If they knew you were
Just like those
Freaks and losers
And emos
What would they do
You don't really want
To know
How they would react
If they saw the scars
Up and down your arms
And legs
You can't help but
Question
If they are
skeptical
About your super modest wardrobe
What would they do
If they knew
The real you?