Me
By Dobby Rox




You say I’m making it all up.
That, no, you don’t judge me.
You see me as me.
But how could you know me,
When I don’t know myself.

You may never know what went wrong.
And maybe that’s best.
Maybe someday in high school,
We’ll become ‘fake’ friends again.
I dread the thought of that.

You wanted a friend,
I was the ideal person for you.
You thought you had the perfect pal.
But I was a fraud.
I was just who you wanted me to be.

I pray, yes I pray,
That you may never have to be
For some one, who they want you to be.
It’s painful, sad, and lonely.
Now I must go, and find the true me.