Poems

Run

I run from life.

I run for fear that someone will see the fake me.

The fear that someone will see the real me.

The me that I try so hard to hide cause I do not want anyone to know the real me. The real me isn't ready to come out just yet. Cause that one person has been able to see past my shield that I have put up to protect myself from all the hurt I have been forced to in counter.

I just hope I am strong enough to keep my shield up and on guard from the mean people out there. The hateful people, the down right evil people.