The real me...
The Real Me…
Nobody in this world knows me
The people around me think they do
But they don’t
Nobody knows the real me
The real me is hidden away from everybody
Nobody will ever see it
I’ll keep it deep inside off me
Where no-one will ever find it
The real me is bruised
My real heart is full off scars
My real mind is full off doubt
About everything in my life
The only person I can count on is the real me
I won’t get hurt by myself
That is the only sure thing in my life
My soul has given up on people
Nobody in this world knows me
The people around me think they do
But they don’t
Nobody knows the real me
The real me is hidden away from everybody
Nobody will ever see it
I’ll keep it deep inside off me
Where no-one will ever find it
The real me is bruised
My real heart is full off scars
My real mind is full off doubt
About everything in my life
The only person I can count on is the real me
I won’t get hurt by myself
That is the only sure thing in my life
My soul has given up on people
Reacties op dit gedicht
| troubled_soul: | Vrijdag, april 13, 2007 21:27 |
| met zulke reacties ben ik zo blij... tot nu roe heb ik (gelukkig) alleen nog maar posirieve reacties gehad op mijn gedichten... Maar je schrijft recht uit je hard en ik ben blij dat jullie daar wat aan hebben... Dat doet me goed :D:$ | |
| kontenkrent: | Vrijdag, april 13, 2007 13:04 |
| Ik zie mezelf in jouw | |
| ilovébananaa: | Donderdag, april 12, 2007 13:18 |
| mooi! | |
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| Auteur: troubled_soul | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 april 2007 | ||
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