Real Me Poem by Sanya Zahid
Real Me
I hide myself from being seen
And I never realize I was being mean
My heart hurtled round and round
My soul didn't spoke
And my mind was nowhere to be found
I reclused myself and always was frown
Seeing them on the sky
But I was always on the ground
They sang the fastidious songs
But I always hated that sound
It's what I was
That was what I wanted to be
I couldn't change
Because that was the real me
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5/4/2024 9:58:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautifull, your poem is so deep, but im sure you are not a 'mean' person,10++