The Real Me

At home and around my friends I'm crazy.

But at school I am just plain hazy.

I don't act myself in school because of fear of rejection.

So, I put up a curtain to stop objection.

I'm to scared of being judged and care to much about what people think.

But sometimes I feel that I'm on the brink.

Of running through the curtain and revealing the real me.

And everyone will finally see, who I will really be.

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