In front of a mirror, I stand

Not always sure of who I am.

Or who I’m even looking at.

That’s me, correct? I think so, I know so

But sometimes, though…

It feels like I don’t even know.

I’m beautiful, oh what a show!

But is that the girl I really know?

Lonely, sad, with so little control?

Who’s so unsure, don’t know where to go?

But I’m not always that way…sometimes I feel good

Sometimes I feel safe. Secure and sound.

I’m confident; lovely; fun to be around.

I’ve got it together, things will get better.

On the surface I bubble, deep down, there’s trouble.

If only sometimes somebody knew, why I act the way I do.

Why I do the things I do.

But if I were true, I’m afraid. I’m afraid to let you know.

And I’m afraid to let her go, and so, I can keep her behind the curtain,

And let you watch what’s on the screen. I mean,

That’s okay. What’s in between that and reality for me, is sanity.

Oh the maze, the enigma that is me.

Sometimes I’d love for someone to see.

But then I realize, that’s not true either.

For someone to see her.

The girl I’m not even sure of.

The girl that I do love; then don’t love;

I’m a secret unto myself. That’s okay.

Things I don’t need to give away.

Maybe that’s how it always is,

This curtain biz.

Maybe that’s everyone. Or at least most of us.

Feel like we must

Keep it all under wraps

Fearing that if someone really knew us,

They’d hate us, or fear us, or say they’d had enough of our mess.

Of our brain, of our secretive ways

Oh who would stay?

Who could you possibly blame?

The curtain, it stays

It lives to see another day.

That smile, that laugh, that beautiful girl,

Ready to take on the world.

The other one, shove her back

Tell her no. She’s not free to go.

She’s not queen, she won’t reign.

No, not on my parade.