The Real Me

Sleep evades
Truth invades
Struggling to be set free
Tortured thoughts
Not for naught
But who is the real me
Deep below
Not for show
Is a person waiting to be
Kept at bay
Hidden away
But what is the magic key
Locked tight
With all might
Are emotions no one gets to see
It is there
How unfair
That I can never be
The pain
Just remains
And increases in intensity
It grows
Creating lows
What will end as the finale
A voice
With no choice
Screams aloud just let me be
Yet another
Will whisper
Is this the real me
Lost am I
won’t lie
That I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready
I will try
Even with a cry
If it means I can finally just be free.