Treasure Island

Miranda Van Yperen

(August 20,1996)

This Is the Real Me


I was a girl
Lost in her fantasy

But I'm back now
And this is the real me

I eat candy, play sports,
Watch TV

Like other kids
This is the real me

I smell the flowers
And run from a bee

I follow butterflies
This is the real me

I love to explore
I can hang from a tree

But even if I get lost again
You will always know, this is the real me

Submitted: Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, September 15, 2009

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  • Tyease Collins (7/30/2009 6:38:00 PM)

    I love this poem.

    It's so sweet and innocent and it shows who you really are.

    Beautiful =]

    -Tyease (Report) Reply

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