The Real Me

The real me isnt pictures you see online

Or even sometimes outside.

The real me is deep down 

Wondering if its okay to be herself or hide.

The real me isnt a staright A student

But doesnt mean Im not smart.

The real me may not speak

But my mind is loud and a work of art.

The real me is beautiful 

In someone else's eyes.

The real me makes me who I am 

And one day It'll take you by surprise.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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