No one knows my thoughts or heart. Not even my own family. Assuming that I'm just a brute. They know nothing of my desire to help others in need, my love of art and philosophy, or my passion to be an author. Some times people are more than they appear.

I have two sides.

The one that everyone sees,

And the one I'm afraid to accept.

The truth is, no matter how well you think you know me,

You don't know the other side of me... yet.

The other side of me, a complete stranger to everyone but myself

The side that hides behind a facade of fake smiles,

the side that holds my true feelings, the ones I want so desperately to share.

that side of me is locked away, for no one to see.

They see me as a good person. They think i'm the perfect girl next door. but what they don't see is the other side of me. The side that I withhold. The side that makes me want to yell. The other side of me.