The Real Me
I used to wonder who I was, Sometimes I'm still not sure. The image that you wee is never really me, I don't even like her much. Inside where no one goes, The real me lives, and loves, and grows. But you shall never see it, None of you Because you might laugh and ridicule The dreams I've dreamed, The plans I've planned, The loves I've loved. When I am old, and in the winter of my time, My inside life will know And still will find a way to shine.
