The Real You Poem by erin maher

His identity shadows,
his actions by far.
And only I know,
who you really are.

You act like a show off,
but deep down inside.
You don't care what they think,
you just want to survive.

You come off as a jerk,
with a hot girl to kiss and tell.
But you look at the heart,
and not at the shell.

You seem like you'd date,
the tramps and the hoes.
But sex ain't the only thing,
that you live and know.

These people don't know,
the real you.
Only i can see,
what's really shining through.