slam behind the curtain slam
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Nobody help me I can do this on my own. Don’t let anyone see I’ll just put on a show. The listening ears And pleasing impression. In reality, all a façade. If truth be told, I’m a coward
Stand In Manhattan Take A good look around you See All the people Close your eyes And imagine
The True Me? The True Me is everchanging. When I try to find it, it morphs because I was not the same person I was finding it as I was when I found it. When I see her, few things remain the same:
It's been too long, It is time to reveal. If the leaves can show the world their true colors, Why can't I? I have more potential than an inanimate object, Yet I still cannot expose the real me.
Its no longer about who I am or the principles I stand by. What brands do I wear? What color is my hair? If society doesnt approve I'm shut out.
Think you’ll get a free peek inside Pull back the curtain What will you find Someone’s who’s been through it
You think you know me. Well, for very few that may be true, But for many of you out there that’s a lie. You think I am loud, Outgoing, A leader. Ha, strike one.
Anger and pain are all to familiar Every day is a struggle to keep it together Every morning I go about with a smile on my face Meanwhile these demons inside are clawing away
I am an openbook I hide nothing because someone worthy will want to read me just make sure to start from the beginning don't skim or skip or you might misperceive me dont judge my cover