When you look at me,

What do you see?

You probably see just a daughter, and aunt, a sister,

A straight A student, a worker;

But these are not what defines me. 

I am my passion and my love,

My interests and hobbies.

I am my voice, my character

I am my poetry. 

It becomes so easy to put on a mask for the world

To cover up who I am inside

Well, 

I am absolutely sick of hiding

Here I am.