The Real Me

This is my real story, and how it truly goes, not many know the real me, but only what my mask shows. I learned to wear many masks, to hide the pain within, in fear people would use my weaknesses, to cause pain again. My first boyfriend beat me, cheated and lied, so I wore the mask of bravery, in attempt to try and hide. My second boyfriend used my daughter against me, I could never do anything right, so I wore the mask with a smile, so she would think everything was alright. My third boyfriend got addicted to pain meds, even sold them at one time, Id thrown on another mask, to pretend I had a perfect life. two kids by different dads, oh no secrets out, I no longer want to hide, this is what I'm about. I found out the man I called grandpa, use to beat his wife, I'm ashamed to be related, or that he was in my life. I grew up with no money, and a mom I couldn't stand, struggling to find the real me, with all the masks I had. My life has been far from perfect, definitely no fairy tail , but I no longer want to pretend, even if it means I fail. So my mask is off, this is the real me, I can be jealous, insecure, and suffer from some anxiety. My anxiety is a little different , symptoms can't be seen by the naked eye, it's that kind of anxiety, where you slowly die inside. nearly 3,000 friends on Facebook, and compliments as far as I can see, but how many can honestly say..... they know the real me?