Not me

When I'm with everyone I'm someone I'm not.                                                                        When you talk to me I begin to break into the real me.                                                           I never stay  the real me after I'm cracked.                                                                                 I have to go back to the the perfect me.                                                                                        The perfect me is the me I don't want to be.                                                                               I think everyday no one will every understand me.                                                                  I'm stuck in a hole I can't get out of.

The End

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