When people look at me, 
They view me as how I act. 
I'm that goofy kid that makes people laugh, 
I'm that crazy kid who does weird things in back of the class. 
But do they really know me? 
Or do they think they know me? 
Lets say they did,  
They would know I am sensitive. 
They would know that every moment I send a text to her, 
I sometimes fear what will come next. 
Those days I'm quiet? 
It's not because I'm tired, it's something way bigger than that. 
If you saw me, you wouldnt think this is true, 
But it is, and it all lies in the perception of you. 
The things I hear, you wouldnt believe me, 
The things I want to say, I can't becasue I fear how you'll view me. 
And when I do, I keep them deep within, 
Because everone likes my goofy self, don't you see?