My thoughts say one thing but my actions say another,
I know that this is not me, its mearley a cover.
Why am I so scared to show the real side of me,
I am not happy but thats what everyone sees.
I have gotten to the point where I will tell you what you want to hear,
because if I dont, you'll find the truth and that is what I fear.
What is the truth?
I do not know,
but this is not me, its all a show.
Autumn Keele
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-truth-35/
