AN - I do not own House of Anubis
I am Patricia. The red headed Goth girl, that goes round acting tough, not caring about anyone, or anything. Who barley has any feelings, words don't hurt her. And people shy away when she comes striding the halls, bag at one side of her shoulder, and her signature glare falling upon an innocent year seven.
Well, what people don't know, is that she cries, she listens in class and always does her parents proud, even if she's not super talented. And that is the real Patricia. That is the real me. But I hid it all away, to protect myself from the hurt.
Underneath my mask, I am human. Maybe I don't mean to act this way, but sometimes I do. Sometimes I wish I could be me, the real me.
The girl inside me screams to be let out, almost as if I'm imprisoning her inside of me. I am sort of.
Dear dark and mysterious me,
Why can't I learn to be a girl?
Not the normal types the squeal over pearls,
Or write about their secret crush,
Or think strawberries are lush.
But teach me, to be me!
I float like a butterfly, and sting like a bee,
Maybe that's the way it should be.
But I still wish I could be me,
Dark and secretive,
But just so I know how to live,
Teach me to be me.
Because no one knows the real me.
P.S – I write poetry!