To be me, is not easy.
Confusion and fear work within
The things I can't be,without.
To be free, is not easy.
Inhibition and insecurity take over
What's left of me to take under.
To be, is not easy.
Yet confidence and composition still are
About me when my friends are still.
To me, it's not easy.
Keeping the troubles and ugly inside
A mind that wants to be outside.
To see, is not easy.
But if I live and dance within and without
I will become without a within.
So to be me, can be easy.
If I let my insides and outsides be one
With my one and only being.