the real me
people don't understand me,
they don't see what I can be,
they don't know how I feel,
it feels like'I'm not real.
it hurts me so bad,
sometimes'I'm so mad,
that they don't see,
the real me...
they don't see what I can be,
they don't know how I feel,
it feels like'I'm not real.
it hurts me so bad,
sometimes'I'm so mad,
that they don't see,
the real me...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Kijkertje: | Dinsdag, oktober 18, 2005 18:33 |
| Yup,, da gevoel kannk ook wel ebbn :) MoojJ x | |
| RiotGirl888: | Zaterdag, mei 28, 2005 00:01 |
| Heel mooi gedicht..! Liefs, |
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| Auteur: marissie | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 mei 2005 | ||
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