The Real Me

I wish you could know the real me.

My thoughts and fears.

Without speaking a word.

I wish you could know the real me.

When I snap at you, it’s not because I’m angry,

But it’s because I’m scared of what could be.

What might be.

I wish you could know the real me.

How my craziness isn’t an act

But a pact, with fifteen year old me,

To never compromise myself for someone else again.

I wish you could know the real me.

Some days I wish to etch the secrets of the past on my face.

Other days I want to lock them away.

I can never decide which day is which.

But you don’t know the real me.

Just a part of me, a specimen of me.

You don’t know the part of me

That loves so hard, my heart starts to weep.

You don’t know the part of me

That’s afraid her own shadow will drown her deep

You don’t know the true beauty of me,

Nor the true ugly of me,

Nor the parts in between.

But I hope for the day that someone will know

My hopes, fears, dreams, desires.

I hope for the day that I can be free,

Because being me is the best I can be.

Reviews

[aj milton]

Very nice and emotionally open poem. I can't write poetry to save my life, so I enjoy reading poetry by others. Many touch me, and this is one of them.

[A.L.]

You just put into words, all I've been feeling for years. Thank you so much for posting this and being brutally honest. In a world full of people only caring about themselves, I hope you find that unique person who learns the real you and loves it all. You deserve that.

[brownie2109]

Oh gosh, thank you so much for your comment :)