Who am I ?

by jessica
(Forest Hill,Louisiana )

As i talk to my best friend i think every day who am i.
This isn't me inside this body, trying to be happy but can't
the sadness builds in me.
It starts to hurt so bad that i can't take it any more.
As i run to the bathroom to cry my eyes out
i look in the mirror and say this is me
i can't hide the real me.