I am mis-understood.

People know me as the quite one.

I'm not that person I was before.

If they kew who I turned out to be, they would be stunned.

As young, I never thought about guys.

I wouldn't even cuss.

Now I'm saying every curse word to the boy I think I love.

Oh if they knew me.

They would hate me.

But I continue to hide in my shadows.

And wait till I get discovered.

I do feel sorrow

For who I am, I will change you tomorrow.