If it was said that I was hiding,

It would be true.

I don’t like to disappoint people,

Especially not you.



I like who I am,

That is plain to see.

I like who I am,

But you don’t know all of me.



You know that I write,

Imagine worlds with no end.

You know that I write,

You can’t ignore my pen.



I never tell you what I say,

I fear the fear of being ignored.

If I told you what I say,

Would you be interested or bored?



No more,

This fear will not hold me back.

Look at me,

I’m pulling back the mask.



Like a child on Halloween,

I’m becoming someone else.

This time it’s different,

I’m becoming myself.