The Real Me

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This poem is filled with a mixture of different topics, about lobe and also about being real. I wrote this when I was just starting poetry because its not something that many people I know are into and I felt that I had to hide it in case people made horrible comments, but now I realise that if you really live doing something you have to let it shine no matter what any one says.

The real me, is someone I lock away tight,

Only to come out and haunt me at night,

She is poetry and Shakespeare held up on that shelve,

Being Silenced by bitches and sluts doesn't help,

I can't even be the real me around the ones I love,

Scared they will hate me, whispers from above,

I mean inside that mind its filled with nothing but fear,

Escape from the silence or hold the act dear,

As if this life or the next is not hard enough,

I have to keep this act up for everyone but us,

Because you are the reason I'm thinking this through,

Be hated for me or keep being the one that's for you?

I don't know... what to do!

The sleepless nights I lie awake,

Thinking of the pain I learn to take,

Like pills I swallow, but I'm not going to give up,

Because when I think about destiny it comes from bad luck,

We are here on this path because of what we did or what we do!

Taking in notes for what comes next and what is new!

We sit here in silence taking the blame,

For things we haven't said haven't done, now use your brain!

Do we sit here and worry about what they might say?

Or do we act like ourselves and be happy once again?

Do we speak for us or do it for them?

The ones who started these games well its time for this to end!

Because my time is up now and I have to decide,

Do I keep my dignity but get rid of my pride?

Am I happy with the lie or just ashamed of the truth?

I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do!

It would be easy if you told me,

If you made up a lie,

If you hid from the shadows and promised to never say goodbye,

Because if I know I have you for the rest of my life,

Then I know I have hope no more darkness just light!

No more bridges to burn,

No more mistakes to be made!

Because as I leave the light on I know just what to say,

As I look in the mirror i'll say just what I see,

A girl hiding behind a fake, I want to be me!

So swear to me you love me and never let go,

Maybe I will write you a poem,

Even give you my soul,

Cause I'm done being fake it just isn't me,

If you love me enough,

You will me l only want the real !

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