Real Me
by Reagan Amanda
You think you know me, but you don't. You know what I choose to show. The pretty picture that I have created, of a perfect girl in a perfect world. Though it is all a lie, a simple sham. A screen lifted so you won't see who I really am. The smile upon my lips to stop the tears from falling, the sleeves that cover my arms to keep the scars from shining. But every once in a while the screen falls, I am to weak to keep it a float. That girl that you see is me, the one with the tears streaming down he pale white cheaks and the open wounds all up and down her wrists. Not the girl with the perfect smile and bright spiret. I could only dream that, that would ever be me.
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