The "Real" Me
You can see him sometimesIf you look very carefully
The trapped soul in my eyes
Fighting hard to get out of me
He is the sensitive part of my person
Full of emotions and ideas
He has feelings that can be hurt
As well as real compassions and fears
You might wonder or ask
Why do you bury him inside?
Why do you keep him from leaping out?
With his caring manner and pride
I tell you now, this wasn't the plan
I'm telling you i tried
but no-one around me was acceptive of him
So he withered down and died
And so the "fake" me was born
Full of ego, arrogance and swagger
To fit in with the people, that to them
Nothing but themselves matter
The "real" me was lost forever
Dispite the fact i tried
but sometimes you can spot a glimpse
~Of the trapped Soul in my eyes~
Poetry by ~Johny~
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Written on 2010-01-18 at 18:45
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