The Real Me

Disclaimer: I don't own digimon...lalala... if I did, you would see some Mimato going on... ^^

They all think they know me

They think I'm a ditz and not smart

But the thing they don't see

Is my really big heart.

They think all I care about

Is my clothes, nails, and hair

But would this group still be alive?

If I were not there?

They think I can't help them

In the things they always do

It's probably because they think I'm dumb

And not worth talking too.

I really wish that they could see

Past this cheap disguise

That I had made so long ago

This disguise made up of lies.

Long ago I thought

That if people saw who I am

They'd see a messed up person

And they wouldn't give a damn.

They wouldn't care who I was

Or what I might have done

They wouldn't care if I was bored to death

Or if I had any fun.

But my plan backfired

And now they don't like me anyway

They still don't care what I do

They still don't care what I say.

I realize now that I was wrong

And that I should by truthful to everyone

I should tell them how I am

And I won't stop until I'm done.

I'm not a ditz, I can think for myself

And I'm not dumb, I'm very smart

I don't only care about my nails and hair

I have a very big heart.

I can hold a conversation

And I know what they're talking about too

And if you still think I'm ditzy,

Then that's too bad for you.

In truth I really care about everyone

Not just me, you see

So I sincerely wish that the others

Would see past to the real me.