Who am I Really?

on the outside I’m Audrey Hepburn

or maybe Cleopatra

a woman, beautiful and strong

but on the inside I’m Mara Wilson

or maybe Cosette

a child, scared and scarred

sometimes I can thrive outside myself

escape the dungeon of my mind

and be that woman people see

but sometimes I suffer inside myself

forgetting the external world

knowing only childish terror

who is the real me?

are they lies

the pictures people see

a masquerade?

or could it be

that I’m the one who can’t see

past the facade?

yes, once

I was a child

scared and scarred

but now

I am a woman

strong and beautiful

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From the book my heart poured out by Jordan Aspen