I like to call myself vicious and ferocious because I assume the real me is evil

I laugh when I want to 

I cry when I want to

I share my stories when I want to

Because the inner devil in me portrays the real me

I put a perfect face every sunrise to show a new me 

But the real me pops up once the sun set

When that new face comes on 

You may make assumptions based on that

But the real me is silent in it closet ready to reveal itself

Outside all those new face and tough life

There is a soft velvet that conveys inner instinct which 

I call THE REAL ME.

    By: Jesusina Gyamfi Abankwa