The Real You
As I stare into the depths of your eyes,
I see the real you,
Not your fake smiles,
Or your deceptive laughs;
No, I see the person behind the facade
I see the desperation to fit in,
Your cloaked anger
And your crushed soul,
I see the loneliness and the masked fear
I see what no one else does,
I see the real you
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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