The Real me, deep inside....

It may seem as if I am carefree and strong.
Going through life as if nothing is wrong.
But no one has ever seen the real me.
They only know what I let them believe and see.

Most often my smiles are real and sincere..
Other times they help hide my secret fears.
I've carefully created a clever mask of illusion.
I wear it now to hide my confusion.

So, never is there a tears seen fallen from my eye.
I have learned to hold it all silently inside.
Quite often I just want to let go and weap.
But the pain is very intense and all to deep.

I yearn to belong...to be.."One of the crowd".
To be able to speak of my dreams out loud.
Wanting so very much to just be accepted.
Yet fearing the possibilities of being rejected.

I need someone special to discern the real me.
And not hold in contempt what they will and do see.
The weaknesses and flaws I try so hard to hide.
Are all apart of the real me I keep hidden inside.