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To escape. That's all I want to do right now, to escape. The stresses, the pain, the loneliness of it all. To move on from hardships and to change.
Change.
That's all it takes. To cry yourself to sleep is one thing, but to look in the mirror and utterly hate yourself is a whole different story. Stripped down to the one thing I want to be; different.
To be Different.
Have you ever wanted to be something so bad, it hurts? Well, it's how I feel. The raw emotion of myself never shines through, I have to hide it no matter what I do. They don't see the real...
Me.
Who am I? What have I become?! It's not me, not the real me. I have to move on, have to change for the better.
Goodbye shy and incompleteness, hello.. the real me.
- Title: The Real Me
- Artist: Cleo Lee
- Description: A little poem that I just thought of. By the way, its not how I'm really feeling (I'm writing 'in character'!)
- Date: 06/19/2011
- Tags: real emotion
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