The Real Me Poem by Joy Davis
The Real Me
Stoping ridiculing me
I'm tired of always stepping down
To make you happy
Why do you always tease me
Tell me I'm wrong
That I'm not doing it right
How come I can never be myself
Infront of you and your friends
Trying to be cool
But can't be who I really am
The real Me
Stop it
Its tearing me apart
On the inside
Its hurting me
You're hurting me
The real me
Is hiding inside
Somewhere deep inside
burried under so much
pain and heartache
So why not accept me
For who I really am
The real me
Is who you want
Is who you ridicule
The Real Me
Hides from the world
Cruel and unforgiving
The Real Me hides
From people like you
The Real Me is a shadow
The Real Me
wants to be loved
The Real Me
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