The me that you don't see is a different kind of me,
Your ideals, how you perceive, and how you believe,
The me that you know, is that really me?
You see these things, based around what you think,
And question every difference, changed with a blink,
I'm sorry you're unsure, truly, so am I,
Constantly making changes, like clouds in the sky,
It's confusing, that sense, wondering if it's really me,
For this little mind-game is getting hard to keep,
I don't like your ideals, how you view me as weak,
Just wait until I crack, then you'll see me.
So go on, make those jokes, as you laugh and you choke,
When they start being returned, we'll see how you cope.
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I know this sounds really edgy, but the idea is basically just about people who hide their true self from those around them, putting up a facade of how others view you, and doing what you can to stay in their good books. No one should have to feel like that.
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PoesíaHello there and welcome to a different style of story compared to my usual ones, called 'Enanan's Poetry Journal' Despite not really liking poetry as a subject, I find sometimes with certain topics in my mind my pen flows smoother and suddenly I ha...
