0069.The Real Me.. Poem by Sunset Moonshine

I might not be,
Who you think you see.

I am some one else
With a the same pulse.

I think differently,
And more dramatically.

I am not the same,
For this is not the same game.

I feel shacky,
My stomach is acky.

I look alike from before,
For my heart will soon soar.

I have no feelings,
They are just dings.

My wings,
They open when i sing.

I am not the same form before,
I am not who you thought you seen,
My heart is not wraped like a core,
I am not your queen.

I am not the same person.