If real eyes can see me, why can't you?
I said if real eyes can view me, what stops you from previewing?
I stop you ! the display I give you , Is who I want to be.
Who in my head, I appear to be . My dreams created this me that I present to he and SHE
The me that i'm truly afriad to be , see . I'm afriad, scared, and shy
I project a falisfaction because all I know is hide. Hide thed real you, hide what they may also consider wrong too
I hide because im scared of judgement
If only you understood how my heart craves for acceptance
acceptance by you , you, you and you
For you judge me cause I am gay
Because loveing who I want isn't okay
so the curtain I continue to hang
And hide behide
Til I'm ready identify the me , who i really am
the me that society can love again.