Oh how I wish someone would find me

the real me

behind the cutian I stand

I see a petty man

but that is not me

I am not who you see

but you understand

you to must know I wish to be free

please come find me

I am waiting

waiting for you to shine your light in me

the man I am is beyond the surface

beyond a brillantly conformed apperance

pull the curtian and I am certian

what is waiting inside will surprise

what I have masterfully disquised