Why can't anyone see the me that is truly me?
All they see is a mask
That does the un me task
the one that shows no fear
the one who is not really here
I wish to show you the me that is really me
and throw the mask into the deep, blue sea
to show you the me that shows weakness
the one not afraid to fall to pieces
I wish to show you what my reflection sees
But the real question is
Are you ready to meet me?