Behind myself is a person,
Not just any person,
But a person who isn’t afraid to get on a table and scream,
A person who isn’t afraid to make a smile that beams,
A person who isn’t afraid to let the world see,
A person I want to be.
But who is blocking that person to be?
I guess the world itself that shames your glory.
They laugh at you for being yourself,
You get considered a joke,
A false reputation,
Nothing is real,
But you get blamed anyway,
Want to hide every day.
You want to talk but you can’t even say.
A person I want to be,
One that isn’t afraid to make friends,
A person you can always depend,
That can make a stand.
Why is the world so cruel to the shy and weak?
No one would be afraid to be themselves.
I really wish everything were easier,
And it never is for me.
Because I guess I’ll never get to be
The person I want to be.