The Real Me
This was taken from my quizilla profile. Rowen324
My feelings are stuck, locked up inside.
Showing only occasionally, always hard to hide.
Can't say what i feel for fear of regret.
Can't hold my grudges, but i never forget.
I'll always have a heart of gold.
But, its been broken, torn, and thrown in the cold.
I don't mean to bother, i wish to only please.
I only hurt feelings if mine are hurt too.
I'm as sensitive as a puppy and this is so true.
Even when right, they will say i am wrong.
But, when the day comes, i'll find where i belong.
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