Who am I
Who am I that's a good question
The world doesn't know
because I won't let it
To the world I'm a happy pierced party chick
That doesn't get angry always has a smile on my face every time I am seen
But really I battle my depression and weight everyday
I write poetry and get piercings as therapy
I have anger I hold in until I explode
But I don't show the world this side of me
I'm that person that's always there when others needs something
Not the other way around
The real me must not be found
I'll be treated differently
I'm not ready for that so my cover stays on
Until I am strong
To survive the world with the real me shown
To know I'm not alone
And accepted for who I am
The word depression makes people scream
So will they believe it's the real me when I reveal
They'll probably think I'm lying
Cause Ive been through a lot and my smile still shows
If you treat me like crap I'll still forgive you
I need to show the real me and improve myself
To not take anyone's crap and be okay with being alone to not hide behind a smile when I know I'm sad to show my anger when I feel that emotion instead of hiding it away for a later day
That's the real me can you accept me
If not that's okay not everyone has to like me