i don’t sleep
in a black lacy bra and ***** shorts
with the perfect messy bun and
smoky eyeshadow
but instead,
usually a pair of old shorts
and a baggy t-shirt of my dad’s,
my hair hanging straight
over my shoulders.
you may think i’ve got
great style
when you see me at school,
with my thick dark lashes
and glossy lips
and hair styled back,
but as soon as i get home
the sweats are pulled on
right after the glasses are.
my cheery smile
replaced by a passive face,
usually worse,
and a notebook and pen
already finding themselves
in my hands.
gone is the girl
with the flirty attitude and skinny jeans.
the Real Me lies in wait
for somebody to see past
skin deep.
-a.c.b