I wish you would look at me,
To look and see the real me.
To see the scared little girl inside,
Not the hard bitch on the outside.
Wishful thinking, everyday,
For you to not see my mask in place.
But you don't see me,
Not the real me.
Your eyes appear open,
But really, they are closed.
Forever come the day,
For you to glance my way,
And see your little girl,
Holding onto her faith.
I won't lose hope,
For one day you'll see.
One day you'll see,
The real me.
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Deep Thoughts
PoetryMy poems that I'd like to share. I started writing poems when I was nineteen. Since I was a child, I've always written my thoughts down, as I'm not a verbal person. I never open up about my feelings, unless I have a pen in my hand. I didn't think a...
