the real me
the real me
i don't seek jealosuy
but it comes to me
i hate that it comes even with those that i care
it might be my hair
or the fact that
when i look in the mirror
im not sure who is looking back
this chubby cheeked girl
she loves to read
ahes scared to lose
all of what she cares for
scared
scared to lose another friend
scared that she is just a forgotten memory
yet i can see
a girl that want to be happy
to overcome all that defies her
yet she is weak
and often lets the works of other
oor her actions
define her
this girl wishes to forgive
and be forgotten
she wishes to change
but to cause something good in the lives of other
as she want happiness
to be more htan just a word
to be something that other can live by
but most of all
this girl that looks like me
looking back at me in the mirror
whishes to love herself
more than she desires the rest
because only then
will she finally rest
and live to create the change
so who is she ?
this is
the real me