I am mis-understood.
People know me as the quite one.
I'm not that person I was before.
If they kew who I turned out to be, they would be stunned.
As young, I never thought about guys.
I wouldn't even cuss.
Now I'm saying every curse word to the boy I think I love.
Oh if they knew me.
They would hate me.
But I continue to hide in my shadows.
And wait till I get discovered.
I do feel sorrow
For who I am, I will change you tomorrow.