Work Text:
The Real Me
By Ann aka Hel
There is a part of me,
Hiding deep within me,
Begging to be freed
from a tiny cage.
I kept it locked
I kept it hidden
No one can see it
What you see is not
The real me.
Who is the real me?
I can not tell you
I do not know
I am only a shell.
My soul flies with the angels
I do not truly exist.
Why do you ask me questions
I cannot answer?
Why do tears roll from my
Empty eyes?
I feel nothing
I am not real
The real me is gone.
Murdered by this façade.
I laugh
I walk
I cry
I feel
But I am still not the real me.