How do you see me?

Am I a person of normalty?

Or an individual behind closed doors

I'm scarred of what lies in the darkness

Yet everyone sees me as a normal

A shy creature that once alone

Is nothing more than a talking hidden beast

Afraid of speaking her mind

She'll hide behind books

Afraid of expressing her trueself

She'll hide behind fashion

Forever keeping a part of herself hidden behind a curtain

How do you see me?