The Real Me
To you, I am a friend,
a classmate,
someone you talk to.
You know a little
about my past.
But you still do not
know the real me.
The real me
hurts all the time.
The real me is afraid
of what tomorrow may bring.
The real me is suffering
because of mine
and others mistakes.
The real me is weak,
but I do not show it,
because I want to be strong.
The real me is losing faith.
The real me wants help,
but the person what I am
trying to be does not.
Who am I trying to be?
Someone who has no
worries or cares?
I am trying to be someone
who wants to fit in,
when the real me
wants to stand out.
The real me wants
to be different.
I want to know what you think, so I can make any corrections before I submit it to a local poetry contest. Please includ any gramatical mistakes if you happen to find any. Suggestions are greatly appresiated.
Thanks for your help,
Nikki
Also, let me know if you have a better title in mind that fits the poem better.
2007-11-12
12:07:35
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