The Real Me
The real me isnt pictures you see online
Or even sometimes outside.
The real me is deep down
Wondering if its okay to be herself or hide.
The real me isnt a staright A student
But doesnt mean Im not smart.
The real me may not speak
But my mind is loud and a work of art.
The real me is beautiful
In someone else's eyes.
The real me makes me who I am
And one day It'll take you by surprise.
This poem is about:
Me