Family and Friends.
Both I have.
They don't have Me.
They have the Me who is not
the real Me.
They have the me that
doomed
Me to be the me
who is not me.
Confused?
So am I.
Let me,
The Real Me
help you,
see me
The me that's
Obviously
not me.
She sits in my desk
at my school.
She laughs with
My friends.
She charms adults,
with trivial knowledge.
She is a lie.
She does
Not
belong.
She
Never
will.
But, without her.
neither will I
So I hate the me,
thats not Me
Just by playing her,
once,
Has doomed me forever.
I'm trapped.
By Her.
I have to be her.
But I'm not...
I'm me.
