Behind the Make-up

Mon, 12/15/2014 - 19:41 -- nedraaa

Everyday I look into the mirror 

a stanger stares back at me

if only they could see me clearer

and hear my plea

The inner me shines through the cracks

while trying to act

The inner me loves snacks

and painting abstract

while the others try to fill up my cracks

and push me down

the inner me attacks

and refuses to drown

For inside me 

is a person most people have never met

a person free

and just a little bit offset

The inner me rarely gets to shine

but when it does I toe the line

Between cool and uncool

and I think to myself 

in this public school

there is no reason to prove oneself

for the inner me and inner you

is happiness, who knew



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