The Real Me
 
 

I wake up each morning
And do my routine
I dress up and put on some make-up.
Then before I step out
I put on a smile.
My everyday task is to put on a mask
I work hard to conceal how I really feel
I put on a show so that no-one will know
All the feelings I hide; all that goes on inside
I'm lost and alone and I'm not understood
And trying to ignore this never does me much good
Few people can see the real me
Get past my disguise and realise
What really lies deep within me.
I try to get on with what's expected of me
Pretending all the time that I'm really happy.
Just when I think I can take it no more
I go back home; shut the door behind me
And I take off my smile
I won't need it for a while.
In the safety of my room I lay down on my bed
And get lost in the thoughts
That run through my head
Fears of the future
Regrets of the past
Sadness, confusion
Fear, despair.
And again the next day I will have to pretend
Keep up with my act
Hoping one day it will come to an end.
 

© 10 March 1998