In My Head
No one really sees who I am.
Some things just stand in the way.
I am tough on the outside.
People don't know I still have the same needs they do.
Without barricades I am soft.
I am malleable to opinion.
I am thought oriented.
Behind the shades.
I overthink every single thing I do.
There are too many illusions for people to see who I really am.
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