I am special

I am not what many people see
I mask my fears and anxieties
I shield myself from the world
Yet I still long for my opinion to be heard

I am not what I lead people to believe
I am insecure, afraid of being me
I want to say that I have done good
But I'm too afraid of being misunderstood

But perhaps it is this that makes me try
To be what people see on the outside
To be the good person that I should be
But never forgetting to be me.

I long to be seen for who I could be
And loved for who I am now
I may not be perfect
But I am special, because I am me

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