Real Me Poem by Lisa Knipe

People call me happy - go - lucky, they don't know how I really feel. For a start, they don't know me. Well they do, but they don't know the real me. They also say 'be yourself' how can I? When I don't know the real me. People are telling me loads of different stuff, I don't know who or what to listen to.Most of the time it goes in one ear and out the other. Just remember 'What you see, is what you get! ! ' I'm not changing for anyone, only for me.