• Inside of me,

    I feel the need,

    To be what you want me to be,

    My real me, you will not read,

    For I have done fine,

    In hiding myself,

    The traits you see in me are not mine,

    I conceal myself for fear,

    That no longer will I be liked,

    If I show the true things I hold dear.

    Would I be hated so,

    If I was to reveal myself?

    So as far as you know,

    I am another,

    Not who you think I am.

    You will never meet,

    The me inside of myself.

    Give up your search,

    Even if I wanted you to know,

    Who I really am,

    I couldn't because I lack,

    The ability to do so.