The Real MeA Poem by Carewell KasilagI'm awake! I'm awake! But do I want to be? As you see-- The real me, You'd let it be.
Open your eyes, open it! Try to look at me. If you don't already see, Then your blind. Or you simply don't care.
I'm lying, I'm a liar. Don't you know. If not, then why so? Care to watch me grow? Or would you rather watch the
crow?
I'm sorry I'm sorry I know that you're busy All I want, Is for you to see, The real me. © 2016 Carewell Kasilag |
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Added on October 1, 2016 Last Updated on October 1, 2016 Author
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