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The Real Me

The Real Me

It may seem as if I am carefree and strong,
Going through life as if nothing is wrong.
But behind the facade, only few have seen.
The real me, hidden and always unseen.

My smiles are often real and sincere,
Yet other times, they conceal my secret fears.
A clever mask of illusion I carefully wear,
To shroud my pain, my turmoil, and my despair.

Never is a tear seen falling from my eye,
I’ve learned to retain it all, silenced like the night sky.
I yearn to surrender, just let go and weep,
But the ache is incredibly intense and terribly deep.

To belong is my heart’s desire, to be permeated as the crowd,
To vocalize my dreams as the wind, clear and loud.
Craving deeply to be accepted and feel connected,
Yet, the dreadful possibility of being rejected.

Needing that special someone who could discern the real me,
And not judge and scorn what they would see.
The weaknesses and the flaws I strenuously hide,
Are part of the real me, locked and buried deep inside.

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