Who Will I Be?

Everyday I slip behind the curtain.

The reason for this, I am not quite certain.

The girl everyone sees is not truly me,

It is who I am supposed to be.

 

O, what I can do with smoke and mirror.

They think I'm strong and without fear.

They don't see me cry, they don't see me weep.

They think I have faith to take that leap.

 

I'm scared to open up the curtain,

To show them what's inside. 

Because I'm not at all what they think of me,

No matter how hard I tried. 

 

Behind the curtain I am scared.

I am not strong, I'm weak.

But hiding myself, it is not fair

To them and to me.

 

Maybe the girl behind the curtian doesn't exist.

Maybe she's the lie.

The lie I've been telling myself,

Everyday, by and by.

 

Maybe what they see is a reflection.

Behind the curtain is my own invention.

That scared girl, I refuse to be.

The girl that people see, that is really me,

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