• This is the real me.

    The one that others fail to see.

    The one that crys, yells, and screams.

    This is the real me.

    Behind the smiles, hopes and dreams.

    Im soundlessly suffering.

    The nightmares that keep me up at night.

    Are nightmares that are nightmares in real life.

    I dont know whats wrong with me.

    What am I failing to be?

    To others it seems like I have the lot.

    The guy, the bestfriend, the grades,why not?

    But thats just a lie, because behind the door

    lies a helpless girl who cant bear to suffer nomore.

    So the person that others fail to see,

    is the one, the only, the real me.