Who I Am
i know who i am
im dark and quiet
creative and myself
dont care what people say
i dont care what they think
my piercings, my make up and cloths
are expressions but just my outter shell
look passed all of that and you will see the real me
the girl who loves tattoo's, piercings
stormy weather and poetry
the dark hearted girl you see on the outside
is only part of me
you may think im trouble and cold
i admit im troubled and the reasaults are the scars
that i bare on my wrists and the reason for my invisablity
not scared to be hurt im used to the pain
scared of being left for dead in the cold
hung out to dry and forgotten there
i may look mean but its the wall i put up
the wall no one gets passed
its hard to trust
hard to let people in
my feelings, everything
can only be seen through my eyes
and in my heart and only people who see me
for me and know the actually me
see everything i am and everything i can see
one out of thousands of people can see the real me
and he means so much to me so hes the only one
that passed my walls without a fight
and got through
he the only one who truly knows the real me
poem by Sandy Vanity
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