Can I be the real me?
What will be said.
this act I keep up,
for the sake of them.
I love the knowledge,
but life would be
mine had they let
me choose.
I don't understand,
why bottle it?
why must it be
me? My life isn't
perfect - even
though it may
seem- sometimes
the most perfect
fairytales are
the worst realities.
but they don't
really know.
they are jealous,
but in reality
have it much
better than they
could ever know.
but I'm me, so
they will never
know.
I don't want
your pity. I
want peace.
I want to
drop the fake
smiles and
pretenses- acting
the part- the
perfect daughter
I try to be.
but I am not-
I am me.
can't I just be? Be Me.
