The real me

You see the dark blue eyes on my face.
I see the things that have dark secrets keeping them in the shadows.

You see luscious lips.
I see two gates that hold in all of the things I wish I could say.

You see beautiful, manicured nails
I see sharp ends to my fingers that claw myself out of talking to anyone.

You see a charming young lady.
I see the little girl who wishes she could run and hide.

You see a girl who has everything and more
I see the real me