Who are you really
I wonder who you really are, when your not who your trying too be .
And would I know the real you, if you stood in front of me?
I wonder if I’ve really met you, though for years we’ve slept inches apart .
A fact that always blurs my thoughts, and breaks apart my heart .
Because the you that I first kissed, is not the you I know today,
So many personalities they came with you, many left along our way .
There was the you that was so happy, the you that wished me near .
Then there was the one who really loved me, that I’m sure is no longer here .
There was the you that I could talk too, the one who always talked to me .
All the you’s I loved the most, now those I never see .
I have the you that’s so unhappy, the you that hates are place .
The you who never speaks too me, the one who wears your face .
Too me you look the same, and that eats my very core .
Because although I recall your features, I don’t know you anymore .
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