There’s a smile on my face and an air of confidence about me

But that’s not me.

The real me, well I keep her hidden

You must dig deep

Beneath the smile that’s painted on my face

Underneath that perky confident glow

Keep looking, she’s hard to find, but don’t worry she’s there

There she is

She’s hidden so well sometimes I forget she’s there

The real me, is incredibly insecure.

She overthinks everything

Second guesses every move

I try to keep her hidden

I do a pretty good job.

Because the truth is,

I don’t like her

The truth is I am scared I will become her.