My Secret
There are things you don't know,
Things that I don't tell you.
You only know what I've told,
Only what I've shown.
You can't see it,
The many things I hide.
You don't know it,
You think you know everything.
The me you see,
She's only a fake.
You don't see the real me,
I don't allow you to.
I don't want you to see her,
The me I hide inside.
She is wounded and broken,
Tortured, hurt and crying.
You have no clue,
You never will.
You don't know the real me,
You'll only know the fake.
Copyright © Madeline Eustice | Year Posted 2013
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