People will say I'm happy and brave,
But the real me is scared and afraid.
I'm afraid to mess up and afraid to cry,
Afraid to hurt and afraid to die.
I feel so alone in this world so big,
I wonder if I die, will someone miss me?
I lie when I say I'm not afraid,
I'm scared of being hated every day.
I force myself to do things I don't like,
I'm scared that the real me people won't like.
The me I hide behind the curtains you see,
Is the scared of hurting little me.