The Real Me
I tell the jokes that no one wants to hear,
I’m the loner in a crowd.
My mind is sharp but my words are dull
For you can never hear a sound.
On paper I am beautiful
But in reality my face’s a mess.
And no matter how hard I try,
I’ll never be considered fresh.
Try and try but continue to fail
At everything I do.
And the love I crave the most in life
Will never become true.
I put on a front,
A false persona to keep everyone off my back.
But in reality, I’m aching,
Ready for an eternal nap.
This poem is about:
Me