Mirror

This is who I really am,
The mask pulled back.
I’m tired of hiding,
I’m tired of running.
You said you want to know me
Really know me,
Well, here you go.
I hate the real me,
The real me is weak,
The real me is emotional,
The real me is afraid,
The real me cannot protect you,
Protect you the way I want to.
But the me that everyone else sees…
That me,
Can protect you,
Is strong,
Is tough,
Is fearless.
Now is the decision time.
Which is the real one?
Can you accept me for who I really am?
Or are you stuck with the image
I can put on?
If you cannot accept the real me,
Then I’ll go back to being fake
And unreal,
Like I always have.
I’ve grown accustomed
To being fake,
so this will be nothing new.
I actually expect you to choose
The fake identity,
For that is where
The true security lies.
Choose carefully.
I may lose myself forever.