I am special

I am not what many people see I mask my fears and anxieties I shield myself from the world Yet I still long for my opinion to be heard I am not what I lead people to believe I am insecure, afraid of being me I want to say that I have done good But I'm too afraid of being misunderstood But perhaps it is this that makes me try To be what people see on the outside To be the good person that I should be But never forgetting to be me. I long to be seen for who I could be And loved for who I am now I may not be perfect But I am special, because I am me