Two different lives. Two different lies.

Two different lives

 

I am social.                                                                                                                                   I am not social. 

     I have many friends.                                                                                                       I have myself.

              I am not afraid of being myself.                                      I am afraid people will see the real me.

                        I am an open book.                                                           I tend to hide from the truth.

                               This is me.                                                                                 This is me.

                                                                                This is me.

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