The REAL me....

I wish you would know the Real me.

The girl that would rather be in the back, then in the front.

The girl that rather be single.

The one girl that likes gross things.

The one that likes to be scared.

The one that would rather be in the corner alone, then in a crowd.

This one is alone in the world, even in a room full of people.

 

She is left out of everything.

She has to make Drama, to get attention.

She has to cruse to be heard.

She has to fight to have a thing called Love.

The girl that rather be dead, then seeing you with someone else.

The One that feels bad for not caring when you need her.

The one who wishes you would have known,

The one that dies a bit inside when you say your Done.

 

The one who begs for your help, with tears in her eyes.

The real me who is not asking for Pity in such a poor life.

The real me who wants true friends.

The real me who wants a Family.

Who wants Love.

Who wants that feeling of being Known.

 

The one who will never be noticed in this Wicked world...

 

The REAL Me...

Reviews

[NovaKai]

Nice poem, i can understand completely where your coming from. I'v been just dealing with the same kind of drama.
Good job