aksawyer

Real Me

If you look closely

you'll see that this isn't 

the real me

 

Behind the smiles 

comes the tears

which are all led by fears

 

This girl you think you know

is just anchored,

trying to grow

 

Sprouting her leaves 

is very hard when

she's surrounding by dying trees

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Those dying trees will soon bloom again, just look towards the light. Good write.



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