Poem on Friendship

In search of a friend that will take the time to look beneath the surface and get to know the real me.

Why Can't People See The Real Me?

© Mantica Mosselli
Why?
Why can't people see the real me?
I try so hard to be the perfect person I can be.
Sure I'm young, quiet and shy.
But I'm such an amazing person, which many pass by.
Why?
Why can't people just take the time?
Just tell me your favorite thing to do and I'll tell you mine.
The people that do, I hold dear to my heart.
They see me as mysterious, sweet, funny and smart.
You can't expect me to open up the very first day.
It takes time, but trust me, I'll soon have a lot to say.
Why?
Why can't people wait and get to know the real me?
I bet you I'd be a much different person than you first did see.

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Published: Jun 2007

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  • This sounds like me a lot! I love it!!!

    JJ Submitted Oct 2008
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