TheRealMe
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I'm simply Jermerra
There are still many things in life that I haven't learned.
I'm curious and interested in learning new things
Yes, I am becoming more educated before college.
I'm sixteen
I was afraid to show the real me.
Afraid to be judged by the people I'd see.
What if they didn't like what I said or wore?
What if to them I was just a bore.
Someone who had the confidence of an ant.
life isn't Easy, but i'm living.
i May seem sweet, but don't let the halo fool you.
love Much, laugh often, live loud.
Knowledge grows,But so does temptation.Sometimes, that’s what ruinsOur younger generations.
A smile speaks for itself.
It can make people melt.
But can you see what’s going on inside?
Can you see their true self?
A smile holds a thousand words.
A smile can hide away what they truly feel.
We walk around, seeing the faces of people we think we know.
When in reality, we don't know them at all.
Although, we claim we know them.
That person behind the camera
Who has black hair
Who has really bad grammar
Who talks with a corky flair
That person who always hides
Who is a nervous wreck
Who never takes sides
Would you pour me a cup
In a classic mug
The morning cup
Sweeter than a hug
I walk around, wondering.
I wonder, how will the future be.
The future seems promising.
The promise is withheld by each individual.
Each individual seems unknown of the promise to withhold.
The real me?
I am not who I thought I was.
Believe me,
You can't change who i am now because
I am free.
Under the curtain I have been washed
In the sea.
My fake personality has been squashed.
The real me is like the real you.
Sitting behind the scratched, glass pane separating us,
In our once a week, twenty-minute-monitored conversation.
As we speak through the coils of a half-
You'd never see me
The true me, the real one inside
Because my heart's been broken and I've learnt how to hide
I took my feelings and locked them in a cage
And there they've stayed while I have aged
I'm not the jock who is popular, cocky, and confident. I try to focus on others and try to make many happy. But I question, who makes me happy? My attention is towards others, not really myself, I cant show my true self, with anyone else.
Walking down the hall
The eyes staring me down
I can’t let them see,
Gay.
Respectable.
Intelligent.
Deviant.
I'm all of these things
And none of them.
My identity is contradictory.
Exsistence, a paradox.
Wandering and lost
You know that girl who's always smiling in the hallways,
The girl who knows everyone and speaks to everyone,
The girl who isn't popular, but everyone knows her,
Because she has a free spirit?
As the crowd’s conclusions falls to hush
I could make the joker spin and blush
At the lies I tell and the mask I wear
At the chances I take in double dares
My skin changes colors as chameleons
Yes I do hide behind a mask of some sort
Due to the fact I am embarrsed to be myself
You grow up learning to love yourself
But as I grew up, I started to hate myself more and more
So you want to know the real me?
The part I've never let anyone see?
A girl resides inside my head,
living but close to being dead.
I keep her hidden, but she's not safe.
Curtains have a vaery unique place in our world
Their soul purpose is to block something
To block something in particular out for everyone else to see
She is (That Girl who loves to have fun.
That Girl who speaks her mind.
That Girl who is confident.
That Girl who shares her emotions.
I Just want you to know who I am
Who I've been all along
Not afraid of rejection
Not afraid of what you think
But I never say anything
I run and hide
I don't want you to think any different of me
I've always hid behind the curtain
Walls of every color
Too afraid for them to know the real me
Afraid of acceptance
Afraid of appreciation
Afraid it won't be the same
But now it's time they know
I like to think I'm strong
I used to be smart
I used to think I had some feelings bottled in this heart.
Maybe I used to be good looking once.
What the heck are women?
Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain,
But she is the real me.
The woman you see is a fake,
Pretending to be what others like to see.
Who Is That Girl?
If I asked different people what they thought about me they would all be different.
Burning tears have purified these years
All the way clear and the desire’s still here
LIfe,
How awkward it can be.
Concerned looks,
I feel so uncomfrotable.
HIding in my skin,
I find the real person I am.
And to be honest...
The real me scares me.
