Do you see the real me?
I don't think anyone can,
and I've been striving
to speak up.
I know how to hide.
I rarely show my face.
My core rots with hatred.
Insults are embedded in my soul.
I won't accept your sympathy.
I can tell myself, 'It will be okay',
though I know it's a lie.
Felicity Slaughter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-am-i-269/
