The Me Unseen

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The Me Unseen is a me who is keen

One who lifts up spirits

But is only just a teen

The Me Unseen is one who has a bite

The external smiles and joy

Are just to mask the fight

The Me Unseen falls down to his knees

In public tries to rise

Collapses behind doors, where no one can see

The Me Unseen is like a jar of clay

Holding treasures of love

To make the memories stay

There's a thing in society

That makes it hard to be

And I wish I wouldn't have to lock away

The Me Unseen.

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