no one knows me,
they think they do,
and it saddens me,
that they think they know somone,
who is the compleate opposite,
of who they say they are,
because they will never knoe the real me,
bbeacuse the mask I put on for them,
that i used to protect myself ,
from othrs who thought i wasnt good enough,
is stuck and I cant ge it off,
so I guess theyre just stuck with me,
the fake,
the scared,
the weak,
the meen,
the plastic,
the obsessive,
person I am now.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and stuff
PuisiIf I know you and you know me don't read this or any of my poetry. I know that saying that will inevitably intrigue you into reading it, but please if I know you and you know me then as a friend please respect my wishes and do not read this.
