The Real Me

No one really knows me,
because i barely know myself.
I hide behind many mask to avoid the hand that i was dealt.
So many people told me to forget expectation and be truthful with myself.
So here i am coming clean exposing the hand i was dealt.
I'm not this strong person that many take me to be,
I'm weak like a fragile baby, craving for my fathers strength to save me, no longer feeling like I'm part of his world, i went thirteen year while being his only baby girl, replaced and forgotten like a child's toy, i now search for the love of a man to fill that void.
I'm not confident nor am I secure, i have many flaws as i was told many of times before.
I'm no size two, i don't have a six pack, and unfortunately for me my hair don't flow down my back.
I'm darker in complexion, and thicker in size, I have a big butt with even bigger thighs.
Many people think that I'm always happy and never cry but only if they knew my eyes never runs dry.
I can cry a river or even an ocean I am not perfect I am still a human who have emotions.
Exposing the real me, i can now remove my mask and those people who dont except it can live in my past..