The Real Me - Poem by cynthia Routen
i give up, i give in. im tired of trying when i know i'll never win. i can't continue to give them my heart only to have it break again. im tired of this bullshit. take it away damnit i dont want all this pain to stay. am i really that easy to just dropp and pick up whenever they feel? i fall so hard and so damn fast i feel all my happiness fly past. im not stupid, i can see it clear as day all your lies just need to go the hell away. this isnt what i wanted, what i intended for my life to be, all i wanted was for him to see the real me.
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