Me

A look of desperation
a cry no one hears
who could have imagined
she lived with so many fears?

Desperate to find answers
to find her true self inside
hiding behind happy faces
maybe her "true" self died

Everyone's just so naive to think
she's so jubiliant with that smile
but the search continues on
while her mind tries to reconcile

Too long she has acquired pain
beyond anyone's mind
hiding her true identity
behind a girl so kind.


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This poem is original and copyright of Jill Schaben.
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