The real me
By gin69er
All these people think they know me How can they, when I don’t even know myself I often think the real me is hidden so deep Cowering in some dark corner, even I’ve forgotten about A child, a teen, a woman Wounded and deceived time and time again Buried under blankets of pain and indifference Cowering with fear of being discovered Yet aching for just one real loving touch One kiss upon my naked face A face finally free of all it’s masks Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 08:57 AM PST 0 • 1
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"All these people think they know me..."