Once upon a time, I was one of the best poker face players in the tri-state area. No one had any idea of the horrors that happened behind closed doors. In that same poker face, there were times that I fooled him into believing that the bruise on my face was completely my fault and blame didn’t rest with him. In doing all of this I lost me. I didn’t know who I really was. Am I the real me? I’m getting there.
Prompt Word: Real You