The me you don't know

You don't know me

Not the real me

You don't know the boy inside me

The boy that I am

You don't know the tears I shed

The many times I cry myself to sleep

You don't know the me that loves girls

The me who wants to walk the street with her and not get judge

The me that wakes up in the middle of the night

Walks into the bathroom and starts to cut

The me that throws up everything I eat

The me with a choir in their head

The me who hears and see thing that aren't  there  

The me that wants to kill themselves every day

The me that you don't know

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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