You may think I'm perfect

without a scar

imperfection or fear.

 

But you don't know

what lies behind the mask.

 

The secretes and fears,

hidden behind every corner,

some darker,

some lighter.

 

The pain echoing inside me,

begging to escape;

but I hold it in,

I hold in those tears.

 

Everybody thinks of me

as someone I'm not,

but this is me,

this is who I am.

 

The person you

are thinking of

is not me.