I wonder how I seem on the outside,
when I barely even know whats in the inside.
I wonder what people really think of me,
if they learned the truth would they leave?
Would I be too much to handle,
burning forests a lit candle,
or would I be not as exciting as they thought?
How long will it be till I'm caught?
Am I a faker,
when no ones a taker,
of my messed up self.
Im the last one left on the shelf.
Can you see straight through me,
or is the door locked, do you need a key?
Can you put up with everything I try to be,
or is it too much will you just leave?
Im trying so hard,
trying to play the right cards,
but in the end my mask will fall.
Is it my name you will still call?
The true me is not the one I thought i'd be,
fighting so hard, mabye I should leave.
Pack up my bags,
as my connection continues to lag.
It's not my true self you see,
only a blurry image of me.
I really enjoyed writing this! Constructive criticism welcome! Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate you all so much!!!