The Real Me

So many people think they know,
Know all they can about me,
But I have so many secrets,
One is that I want to be set free.

Free from the mis-conception,
That I'm as happy as they say,
But no-one truly knows me,
Maybe they will understand one day.

I want to be free from the judgment,
And the disappointed faces,
From the lies that they tell,
Free from these fcked up places.

I live in my own personal hell,
In a dungeon full of pains,
I'm bound in self-sorrow,
The weakness runs through my veins.

The only way to rid myself,
Of the weakness that's inside,
Is for me to cut my wrists,
And to run away and hide.

So hopefully people will read this,
And be able to say,
"Fck, I was wrong about her",
"Wrong... In so many ways".