The Real Me

What would you do if you saw the real me?
The one with out make-up pretty as can be?
The one eating away, being a pig.
The one who is insecure, sad, and always wishing for more.
I don’t know how to ask this but,
If i was selfish and ugly would you still say you love me?
Or am I just a pretty face, a person for your image?
Remind me becasue I can’t remember.
Don’t just say yes to impress.
Tell the truth isn’t that what matters most?
Honesty is the key.
I love you, but do you really love me?

This is a poem I wrote a loonngggg time ago, but I figured what the heck I’ll put it on here… what do you guys think?

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