The Real Me


She hid behind theoutgoing face

Of one who "didn't care".

But all she wanted  was a gentle place,

Where she could  just be free.


She never had anyone there.

When she needed them most,

All the girl had was a teddy bear.

She only wanted to be seen.


She tried to end her life with a plea,

"God take me home!"

I took the pills with glee,

But only one self survived,

And God left here the real me.


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