The Real Me

A grinning Mask, cracking a bit beneath the starlight; 

Hollowed eyes, fake smile remains; 

Different people, different sides; 

Alone at night, only the truth is in sight. 

Labels stick; they won’t budge. 

Judge me with their eyes, 

Those are lies; yet lies that die

In the inner me; me, I always rise. 

The mask I wear 

Is the me I show. 

The me I hide 

Is the me I dream of— 

Dare to crack a smile? 

Dare to open Pandora’s box? 

You’re not ready, 

Neither am I. 

Behind every smile is a story untold. Anna’s "The Real Me" peels back the mask we wear for the world and reveals the fragile, unspoken truth beneath.