The hardest thing about being me
Is all the things people don't see
The thoughts and words spinning constantly
Creating and crafting worlds freely
Slipping and sliding between lives
So many mes that will never die
People pick and choose the me they want
With all the haste of a fake savant
They leave behind all the best parts
And so they'll never touch my real heart
Hidden and protected away from view
Never to be touched by the likes of you
It's taken awhile, but it's all okay
Because now I feel I can say
The best thing about being me
Is all the things people don't see
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