The Real Me
Nobody knows me..
everyone thinks they do..
the only thing ppl know is what i present
to them...
im a writter and theres no dout
about it..ask me no questions..
this is me and this is what i want to be..
the real me..
not something some one wants me to be..
the real me..
i had no choice but to let ppl see...
now they dont beleive in me...
they want me to be a failure...
and never see me succed...
but i will and i hope every one will..
really know me when i
grow up to be WHAT I WANT TO BE!!!
Its a new me..
new life..that nobodz has ever
seen..yes im mean..
but thats jus the real me..
nobody will understand the real reason to live..
now and days money is all ppl got...
but when its all gone then what..i hope yuh dont come askin me...
because dont forget IM MEAN...
Copyright © Shay Adams | Year Posted 2010
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