The Real Me

I wrote this poem because i feel no one really understands me.

Everyone knows I’m not sleeping right
Everyone knows I’m not eating right
But no one cares about this
Because no one cares about me
I like to watch the stars twinkle in the night sky
And try to understand the world
People don’t try to understand me
They assume they all ready do
But nobody knows the real me
The real me sits in her room with a blade
Covering her scars
Putting on a fake smile
She doesn’t like it
Not one bit
She cry’s mascara filled tears
And wants to be beautiful
But she knows she will never get what she wants
Life has never been good for her
Acting fake in front of her friends
Like nothings wrong,
That’s the real me, the me you will never get to see..!