Pulled Apart :: rainbowsarerare :: Original Poetry

Pulled Apart
When I first met you,
I looked in your eyes,
I saw the true you,
The one that you hide,
I picked and I pryed,
I pulled and a poked,
To get you to show us,
The real you.

Then that one day,
You must've snapped,
because you said to me,
"What do you want? I'm normal, I'm real, I've accepted my fate!"
Thats when I knew,
I found the real you.