Who Am I

What keeps me from being who I am

It's nothing but the fear of judgement

What (who) will I lose if I dare to expose myself 

As the person that I know I am inside.

 

How many of my friends would pick up and leave

If I showed them the hurting, scared, broken person

That I am hiding behind the curtain?

 

Coming out of the closet

Or out from behind the curtain

It's all the same really

And it's the consequences that I fear the most

 

My family and friends would pick up and leave

"We still love you" would side from their lips

But does that matter when the looks are condemning?

 

Sometimes I'm not even sure that I know

Exactly who the person behind the curtain is anymore

Tucked behind the curtain for seven years

Does anyone even know that I'm not me anymore?

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