The Real Me
Yes I do hide behind a mask of some sort
Due to the fact I am embarrsed to be myself
You grow up learning to love yourself
But as I grew up, I started to hate myself more and more
I became intensively caring about what others thought of me
And not what I thought of myself
The anxiety of worrying so much of impressing everyone built up,
as my self confidence went down to almost nothing
I keep the curtain closed because I am so scared they wont like me,
they'll judge me like everyone else
just because i'm not like them
When I do not have to worry, or when I am comfortable around others,
I am someone else
I come out of my shell
and forget the other me is still alive, in my own skin
Every day I face the battle of being the second girl, the real me
the one I actually want to be