I’m standing here,

my arms are crossed,

I can’t help but feel so lost.

I’ve been running and screaming,

and I don’t know why,

maybe because I don’t want to lie.

I’m not comfortable with myself,

I don’t like me,

people look,

but don’t see the real me.

I want to show them,

I want them to see,

nothing fake,

just me.

I’m standing here,

ready to say,

all those thoughts that had drifted away.

I will show them,

I will not be afraid,

I will show them all these things I have made.

I am standing here,

and my arms are wide,

ready to show them,

I’ve got nothing to hide.