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If only my friends could see,

The real me.

If only they knew,

I’m not as dark, evil, or heartless as I may seem.

For once you get past what you see,

Once you crack this external shell,

They would see I’m a truly different person than as most would conceive.

You see I hide behind my pen,

I write things of darkness and despair,

For fear if I speak of my problems,

They will get worse,

Or my peers will not accept me.

If they knew that what they see is less than half of my true personality, Maybe they would understand me better.

It looks as if I have no love in my life…

No passion, no attachment, and one may even say no heart,

But that isn’t me at all,

I have a passion… Writing,

I do become attached… I just can’t show it,

I have a heart… It pains me greatly to see others suffer.

For this is the reason I hate for people to worry about me…

Worry causes unhappiness,

However it shows me I have exactly what I want… people who care.

I may not be able to show it but it means more to me than anyone will ever know to know that they care.

I would gladly make my life a living hell,

Stop writing, keep emotion bottled up,

Just to see someone be happy.

I write about darkness and suicide,

However I have come to see I have a great life,

Family who care about me,

Friends who show me that in which I am too ignorant to see on my own,

And now I may have found the one who will be a friend and possibly a little more.

If only they knew,

My peers would probably laugh,

And adults would most likely be overcome with worry.