It's hard to write this piece 

Not because I have gushing words 

But because I don't know where to start

I sit here pondering, digging, waiting 

But sadly I decay here 

Not even knowing who I am 

They say a man is the product of his time 

But has our time created this mask 

This curtain I cower behind?

I rip the wallpaper and tear the sheets

That shrouds my face I know is real 

But the more I dig the more self-conscience I feel 

As I break down the walls people look in as well

Light breaks through the tiny holes 

Piercing the veil of uncertainty 

And I'm afraid they laugh at me 

Without any filter 

To shade me from the revealing beams 

 

But now I found it 

What I was digging for

I finally understand who I am 

I am a boy, I am a man 

Who has lived his life with his eyes closed 

Who has turned blind eye to the others like me

Fending only for myself 

And hiding from the glare 

No one said the "real you" would be pretty 

And perhaps that's why we run from ourselves 

To scamper away and disappear for good 

And fashion a facade to live behind

And this is who I am 

As painful as I care to admit 

I have been living a life of doubt 

And when you take the filter out 

And let the light shine down on me 

I am a man with the courage of a boy 

Who is beginning to finally see