SecretsA Poem by Shreya
SECRETS
People say the more we tell, the better we feel. Sadness gets reduced after telling things to people. It might as well be true, just not for me........ ![]() The real me is deeper The real me is mature The real me begs to come out Im just not ready for the tour The real me curses me The real me is pure The real me loves everything Im just not that sure The real me seeks wisdom The real me cries alone The real me is true A diamond waiting to be shown The real me reflects The real me never surfaces This is the real me- a secret to this world TAAADDAAA..........:) © 2010 ShreyaAuthor's Note
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