I'm the only one
Who knew the real you
The guy who loved to read
And lost his self-esteem.
They only knew the mask
That mask you wore every day
The guy that was cool
And never looked like a fool.
But you chose them
Instead of me
You chose fake over real
And lost your chance with me.
Now you've forgotten me
And everything I said
Forgotten what I felt
And forgotten what you dealt.
I miss the real you
The one who was my friend
The one who filled my thoughts
And the one who never lost.
Now you're a shell
A shell with a mask
You chose fake over real
And lost your chance to feel.
I miss the real you, good writing, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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A refined poetic imagination, Paige Parker. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.