Look at me, The one whoes died.

The real me,
Is not what you see
Its is riddled with lies,
and betrayal,
blood, and tears,
broken promises and death,
Destruction and salvation,
the me inside me
it is one even I fear.
and will let no one ever see.
Its the hideous monster
that given the chance,
will swallow everything you once grew to love
and flip it upside down
twist and mutate it into something horrible
The me inside me
Is all the hate and anger
Stress and sorrow
The me inside me
my real self
Is my raw emotion.
I keep the real me,
tied to me by a noose around me neck
and I keep in line with the scars on my arms.
You may call me emo,
You may try to label me
Because of how I write
How I dress
How I act.
But they dont see;
What I write.
How I act
How I dress
it is me
I never let anyone see the real me.
thats side i keep hidden
because no one would accept me that way.
Not that anyone really accepts me now
I am someone I know
yet don't know.
I am someone hidden away.
Afraid of being alone,
of not being accepted.
I am the scared,
lost,
pathetic person you see today,
the one who hates pain yet loves it at the same time.
I am that pathetic little girl
who will cry when one thing
doesn't go right,
I am the one who barely feels
yet feels too much.
I am the one who lives in fear
of being replaced
I have nothing
yet everything to lose.
I am who I am.
I am the one who's died
over and over again
each time learning something
and losing something
I am the one who cries
each night into a pillow
Yet the real me is someone
different yet the same.
I am me
myself
the one who's dead inside

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beautiful poem ^_^