Am I the  respectful person that people see?

Maybe I have a darker side.

 

Nothing you see is my true self, 

Or it is? I know there is a skeleton in my closet

Tucked away and enshrouded by darkness.

 

What is that skeleton though? What is my secret?

How can I really seem like such a happy person

And in truth be a stressed and distraught soul.

That can’t be the real me though, can it?

 

I am overwhelmed by questions that I can’t answer.

 

Am I trying to hide my arrogance?

Perhaps I think that I am better than most

People on the earth. But do I really think that?

Even I’m not sure what my skeleton is,

And soul-searching doesn’t seem to be the answer.

Running through my mind for solutions yields none.

 

There's a dark skeleton in my closet that wants

Out into the light so that it can be seen by the world.

 

But I have to keep it fought back in my closet,

Especially since that's where all my secrets belong.