So I'm rewriting "The Real Me" and I think I'm finally gonna be happy with it. I know I said that before but it feels different this time, a different vibe. Yes I felt that before also. But something about the metaphors and imagery I'm using, gives it a different feel than the previous versions. I just hope this time can be IT. I hope when I say I'm finally happy with this poem, it is FINAL this time. So if you've noticed my mental health poetry book skipped a number, it's because I pulled "The Real Me" to work on it.