Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Sailor Moon or any of its characters.
They're copyrighted by a bunch of people who aren't me. Hopefully they all
have better things to do than make my life miserable for writing this
story.
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The Real Me
Who sees the real me?
Who sees behind this front I put up? Who sees inside, beyond the fun, beyond the laughter? Who sees me, someone whose feelings run deeper than most people could ever guess?
My classmates only see the front. They only see the smile I always show everyone. They only see the silly girl. They only see the blonde with the ribbon in her hair. They only see the girl who goes crazy over every new cute guy she sees, yet somehow never manages to get close to any of them. They don't know that there's much more to me. They don't know that even when I'm surrounded by them, I feel totally alone.
They don't see the real me.
My parents only see their daughter. They see the baby they held in their arms years ago. They see the girl they sent off to kindergarden. They see the girl who used to act out in front of the television. They don't know that I was Sailor V. They don't know that I fought against evil overseas. They don't know about the pain and sadness I found there, or about how I had to grow up much too fast.
They don't see the real me.
In my dreams, I see my legions of fans. But they don't see past the name and the glamour. To them, Minako Aino is an idol, an icon, a face, a voice. But not a person. They see me lit by the spotlight, and they chant my name. They buy posters of me and put them up on their walls.
But they don't see the real me.
My friends...
Ami, dear, sweet, Ami-chan, who always corrects me in that gentle way of hers when I recite a proverb incorrectly. She always explains things I don't understand without ever making me feel stupid.
Does she see the real me?
Rei, intense, firey, Rei-chan, who gets frustrated with me so easily, who cringes when I do something silly, but is always there for me when something goes wrong. She feels for me the way the others do, though she shows it differently.
Does she see the real me?
Makoto, strong, kind, Mako-chan, who fights alongside me, not just with her body, but with her heart. She is so giving, never hesitating to help me, no matter what it may cost her.
Does she see the real me?
Usagi, loving, caring, Usagi-chan, who is often right alongside me when I'm trying a new scheme or pursuing a new boy. She listened when I poured out my heart, telling the story of my greatest hurt. When she consoles me, the pain simply seems to vanish.
Does she see the real me?
My friends...
My friends, who I fight for the world beside. My friends, who I love more than life itself. My friends, who I would gladly give up my life for if it meant protecting them, knowing that they would do the same for me. My friends, with whom I share a bond that is greater than most people could possibly imagine.
They see the real me.
And that makes everything okay.
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The Real Me
Who sees the real me?
Who sees behind this front I put up? Who sees inside, beyond the fun, beyond the laughter? Who sees me, someone whose feelings run deeper than most people could ever guess?
My classmates only see the front. They only see the smile I always show everyone. They only see the silly girl. They only see the blonde with the ribbon in her hair. They only see the girl who goes crazy over every new cute guy she sees, yet somehow never manages to get close to any of them. They don't know that there's much more to me. They don't know that even when I'm surrounded by them, I feel totally alone.
They don't see the real me.
My parents only see their daughter. They see the baby they held in their arms years ago. They see the girl they sent off to kindergarden. They see the girl who used to act out in front of the television. They don't know that I was Sailor V. They don't know that I fought against evil overseas. They don't know about the pain and sadness I found there, or about how I had to grow up much too fast.
They don't see the real me.
In my dreams, I see my legions of fans. But they don't see past the name and the glamour. To them, Minako Aino is an idol, an icon, a face, a voice. But not a person. They see me lit by the spotlight, and they chant my name. They buy posters of me and put them up on their walls.
But they don't see the real me.
My friends...
Ami, dear, sweet, Ami-chan, who always corrects me in that gentle way of hers when I recite a proverb incorrectly. She always explains things I don't understand without ever making me feel stupid.
Does she see the real me?
Rei, intense, firey, Rei-chan, who gets frustrated with me so easily, who cringes when I do something silly, but is always there for me when something goes wrong. She feels for me the way the others do, though she shows it differently.
Does she see the real me?
Makoto, strong, kind, Mako-chan, who fights alongside me, not just with her body, but with her heart. She is so giving, never hesitating to help me, no matter what it may cost her.
Does she see the real me?
Usagi, loving, caring, Usagi-chan, who is often right alongside me when I'm trying a new scheme or pursuing a new boy. She listened when I poured out my heart, telling the story of my greatest hurt. When she consoles me, the pain simply seems to vanish.
Does she see the real me?
My friends...
My friends, who I fight for the world beside. My friends, who I love more than life itself. My friends, who I would gladly give up my life for if it meant protecting them, knowing that they would do the same for me. My friends, with whom I share a bond that is greater than most people could possibly imagine.
They see the real me.
And that makes everything okay.