Real Me
All day I've spent,
Pretending what I'm not.
I've gotten good,
So no one sees through.
I laugh and lie,
And they never know.
I am a different person,
Not me, but another.
I'm older and wiser,
They can never know
That I am not really
Who they think I am.
When it's over,
When they're all gone,
I'm alone, by myself,
To realize the truth.
I see who I am,
Not that person they see,
I am smaller and weaker,
But strong enough to act.
I'm only a child,
Force to grow up,
I want them to understand,
And to know me inside.
Then I wonder,
Do I really want them
To see me for what I am?
Or do I just want them
To see me?