ME
Down below the make-up.
Down below the lies.
Smothered by the cockiness.
The boastfulness.
The pride.
Hidden by the contacts.
Hidden by the clothes.
Shadowed by the parties.
The People.
The guys.
Underneath it all,
maybe you'll find,
the person called Me.
The one hidden inside.
Me is different,
but Me stays hidden,
because maybe Me,
doesn't want to be found.
That's what I want to think.
But the truth is,
I think Me might be gone.
Hidden. Smothered. Shadowed for so long.
I think Me left, because Me wasn't needed.
So when Me left, It stayed.
It.
The one who loves the make-up.
Doesn't care about the lies.
Lives for being cocky.
Boastful.
Full of Pride.
Puts the contacts in gladly.
Revels in the clothes.
Loves to be at all the parties.
Amidst all the people.
Especially the guys.
But...maybe Me isn't gone.
Because sometimes, every now and then,
I can still act,
Like Me.
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