The Real Me
Can you see the real me? Can you - can you?
I am on the front or middle row! hahaha!
And please don't mistake me for that prissy old teacher! :) Can't remember her name...I keep thinking ..."Mrs.Smith?"...Oh well...I DO remember I didn't like her much.
( I was new to the school- very shy -very poor - very insecure . Not a happy little school girl in those days.)
This was 5th. grade - 1952
The girl I am sitting next to became my very best friend for the next few years. Her name was Annie! SO-things got better for me.
Oh! Where have all those girls and boys gone! I remember almost all the names but have kept in touch with just a few!
I heard Annie passed away last year and it made me very sad because we hadn't kept in touch!
Well, this is sad and I wonder what brought me down this road tonight. Sometimes the past has a way of bringing me down...
Anyway... can you pick me out of the group- using the hints I just gave you?
My Secret Self
No one knows my secret self.
No one sees within my heart.
The public me is on display.
The secret me, I keep apart.
The public me may wear a smile,
and none can see she’s in disguise.
The secret me may bare her soul,
though no one sees her when she cries.
Original written in 70s
Revised and shortened July, 2003