Many times i look in the mirror,
And see the fake me.
The person i try to be,
But I never succeed.
I look and wish and hope to be real,
Be the person i feel,
Should be seen by everyone,
The person that should make me feel,
Loved.
I try to look past the unknown figure,
To the person behind them,
The much stronger and beautiful one,
That is hidden from society,
The person no one wants to know.
This always fails,
And is always a waste,
Because the other person is afraid,
Of being unique.
But isn't that what life is?
Being yourself?
The person you want to be?
Being...happy?
I take it all in,
And peel back the layers,
Until the other girl,
Who loves to dance and twirl,
Have fun,
And be with people,
Is seen.
The girl...
Is me
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