When people around look at me,

I will tell you just what they see.

They see a quiet, awkward, "nice" girl,

But is this truly the real me?

 

I let others define who I am,

As if everyone else is the shepherd and I'm the baby lamb.

I'm getting better at being myself,

But it's hard when harsh words into me cram.

 

I've faced lots of opinions and bullying too,

Trying so hard myself to stay true.

I've tried all my life wanting to fit in,

As if I'd be happy if I was just like you.

 

But finally, my wall began to give way,

And all my night turned back into day.

My internal light began to shine through,

And now I feel fearless and the hurt has begun to melt away.

 

I won't pretend it's not hard at times to not be someone I'm not,

Because the words once said to me hurt a whole lot.

Yet I finally decided to stop hiding behind the mask,

Because now I'm gonna be who no one else even thought.

 

I used to look down at my feet when I walked,

As if looking up would cause people to talk.

But now I keep my head held high,

Because now I know it doesn't matter if I'm mocked.

 

Some people make fun, that's what they do,

And that's why I need to try harder to stop being like you.

Being myself is the only way to make myself happy,

I'd rather be my loud, outgoing self to uncloud my own view.