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


  • Goldfinch60

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

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