I like the way I am but I hate the way I seem.
Talented and creative, but it's not for everyone to see.
I'm afraid of what they'd think, afraid of what I dream.
Afraid of the things I think, afraid of the real me.
I'm afraid that what I write will scare everyone away.
The things that I think about make me feel crazy.
I tried to be normal.
I tried to be sane.
I tried to hide the way I am from everyone but me.
The truth is that I love to write.
I love to sing, I love to type.
I love how creative I am.
I hate how bland everyone else seems.
I hate how they look at me.
Somehow, they still see part of the true me.
They see me when they read my works.
They see me when I speak my words.
They only see what I let them see.
Yet, somehow, they still love the Creative Me.