The real me
By billy
I want to be someone else,even for a day I'm locked inside this lonely world And i can't escape I pretended everything was ok When all i wanted to do,was walk away Putting on a front,saying everything was fine When deep down inside I was hurting all the time Looking back, i wasted all those years I felt the pain,and cried the tears Pretending i was someone i'm not Pretending i was happy with my lot On the outside, i appeared as one of the crowd But on the inside,i was screaming out loud Now i'm tired of playing this role Don't want to be like that no more I've taken this as far as i can Now's the time for the world To accept me as i am. Behind this mask,hides the truth All the facts you never knew Time to open up,and let the world see Will anyone like the real me?this poem is about myself. for years i was really really shy,and wasted lots of years. i never snapped out of it until i was 24[ 42 now]..even now i do have quiet moments. for years i played along with the in-crowd,and pretended i was something i wasnt...just to try and make friends,,,it didnt work... Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 10 2001 07:26 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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