Can you see me
The real me
Not the person I try to be
But Me
Just me..
I'm scared of me
I'm a menace
To even myself, it seems
I pretend I'm ok
I'm always ok, always
But I'm not. I'm scared
Horrified, mortified
of what will become of me
as the shadow is allowed home again
his fingers curling around my neck
he shows the real me
Not the person i try to be
as I beg for him to stop
Please don't hurt me anymore..
I'm sorry.
The real me.
Pathetic
