Truth be told about me
Truth be told abot me
Things you coul never dream to know
Wind is a trusty treasure that makes me feel free
Flying away across the unwavering sea
Discovering te things you never knew about me
Have a notebook hand ready to go
As I let my words go with the flow
Sometimes dream about where I will be
Ticking of clocks say time will show
When times are tough I want to flee
And replace that feeling with undying glee
But sometimes I cannot see
Over the shady shadow
That hides the true me
My shadow is like a curtain or a cape
Acting as a cover providing an escape
From pain of being treated like a flea
For being the real me
So instead I hide behind this shifting shape
So I won't feel the scrape
Of their disapproving gape
Of when I forget which me they see
And show them a glimpse of the real me
There are a few who know the true me
Even though I am free to be me
They don't know me entirely
Cause I have yet to discover fully
The truth to be told about me
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