Allodoxaphobia
I hide behind a curtain
But nobody can tell
There is one thing I am certain
No one knows me so well
They think I am just quiet
With no opinion of my own
In my head there is a riot
But I won’t let that be known
I’d hate to upset the illusion
Of the “perfect” girl they see
I am only human
That perfect girl’s not me
They ask for my opinion
I am reluctant to speak
My brain is my own prison
I fear what they will think
I finally share my thoughts
I didn’t mean for it to offend
Silently I sneak away
I can’t help but feel condemned
I hide behind the curtain
I let my thoughts be known
Now I am determined
To never let them show
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