If I turn away when you look at me, it's from the shame of what you don't see. Sure, I'm pretty, see me smile;
but I am ugly, you'll see after a while... I am scarred by inward battles fought;And I am angry for all I ever thought. Mad for believing what is said is true...Mad I ever believed in you...You- the world- where I knew unsafe...I finally had the strength to show my face.
Only to be slapped and caused to bleed...Only to be ignored when I'm in need...then you wonder why I won't come out, afraid to show what I'm about. All these things you ask to see, all these things that make me ME,
I keep them hidden when allowed...I am scared of them...I am not proud...
But, here I am, if you wanna look.
My life is now an open book.
Read my words of deception and love.
See how high and low I become.
Know how deeply I can feel.
Figure me out...am I for real?
