The Real Me.

Days become weeks
Weeks become years
But nothing can hide
Me and my swollen tears.1

Was I ever enough?
For you to see
the person inside
the real me.2

You saw me for the first time
When I first saw you
You judged me by my looks
not by how I really feel3

So call me those names
let out all my fears
Cause days turn into weeks
Just like weeks become years.

Author notes

A little splur of the moment poem I created in around 2 minutes.
I became a little happier when I wrote this after what has happen all through this year and the starting of this summer.

I've gone through a lot this year of highschool, and I hope my next year will be better.

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