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“The Real You”
I’ve been every single type of person there is
I relate to people on every level.
I’ve been bullied, been the bully, depressed, popular, alone, introverted, extroverted.
I see through peoples lies, it's like looking through glass.
Always the comforter, never been comforted.
Maybe I like it like that.
The urge to let others know about your problems, but the thought of people having it worse makes me realise maybe I'm too selfish.
I listen to all your problems, my heart is in shambles
Who am I to cry myself to sleep not even knowing what's wrong myself, when you have all the reasons?
But part of you may see through me too.
Pulling myself together, I put a smile on my face
You look at me straight and ask how my day was.
And I wish I knew the answer to that, but I have no clue. So I repeat the same answer which you already knew.
You tell me I'm not fine, that you’re here to talk.
But how selfish would that be of me to mention I'm sad when you have it worse?
You go through so much, I go through bare minimum.
I'm feeling hollow and empty, what's the meaning in life?
But other than that, I have no reason to cry.
The more you push, the more I lie.
I know you already have too much going through your mind.
You’re speaking again, I can't process anything you just said.
But some words get through, "I want to know the real you.”
I couldn't tell you anything about myself, I barely understand who I am.
A person who cries through day and night, I won't tell you what’s wrong, but I'll get drowned in my thoughts.
You don’t want to know the real me.