Can I be understood I wonder
I am so awfully unique
The good and bad of it is so plain
My voice makes no thunder
My view is too terribly bleak
My reality too much to blame
On something so horribly cheap
If someone dared to hear
Would I dare to tell
I cannot say for certain
I give way too often to fear
Hiding is something I do well
Could I pull back the curtain
Or would I find myself too weak