The Real Me?

The real me??

I look inside, and try to find

The real me, It's fuzzy and hard to see,

My heart cries, My mind flies

Trying to find, Myself, am I kind?

Am i mean? how can you see, the unseen?

I tell myself 'I'm just having fun'

Drugs, alcohol, wheres the pun?

Turn to god?

would he care?

lets be fair

I'm no angel, I'm no saint.

my face is plastered with paint,

a mask. that i know cant last.

every now and then it cracks.

talk to my mom or dad?

No, there noises ar to high into the air.

to notice there daughters suffering, would they care?

who am i?

should i dream or should i die?

dreams get shattered!

were is god? that bastered!

leaving me on this earth,

with no one to curs.

it's my falt,

but how can that be

when i don't even know the real me??