This isn’t me….

You may think you have me figured out….

but you dont….

the clothes,

the makeup,

it’s all just a mask

the people i hang out with

the’yre not my real friends…

I want to be more open

I want to let people in on who I really am…

but I’m afraid….

of the judgements, the comments, the responses.

I know I shouldn’t care what others think…

but the truth is….

I do

What do I really want you ask?

For you to know who I am,

For you to see the real me.

but what I want most of all, no, what I need most of all,

is for you to except me for me