I hide behind a cutain

Because I am no certain

With who I am, or myself

Afraid to how my voice

Yet this is my choice

Keeping myself hidden

Why?

I try to show

But they dont care to know

When I try i get look of disgust

Then in my head it ends up in a fuss

I ask you

What is wrong with me?

Showing who I really am

You judge me with an open mind

When all I am is kind

I wish I could scream

"This is who I'm meant to be!"

But yet this is my choice

Not to show my voice