The Real Me
Someone asks for my help I say yes with a smile on my face.
They can't see thru my fake grace.
They only see what I want them to.
My mask they can't see thru.
Sometimes its so hard to always keep up the show.
When inside the real me I want someone to know.
Then I think what if they don't like the real me.
What if the scared and lost child they can not see.
What if all they see is the anger and the loneliness.
Sometimes we all feel this way I guess.
What if they call our bluff.
What if we are not good enough.
I just want someone to accept me.
I think it might set my soul free.
peace out
