Saturday, September 25, 2010

Poem #263

Time for acrostics! :) I hope you all enjoyed the poems yesterday! Sorry there was such a delay.

The world wants to know who you really are.
Right now, we just want you to be real with us.
Always faking, changing yourself to make others like you.
No one, though, wants to be around that.
So why can't you be who you should.
People can see right through you, the facade you put up.
And I see that it's hurting you to keep pretending.
Release the real person who is dying to escape.
Exterior, not who you really are,
Now, we can all see,
The light shines right through you because you're,

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