What They Fear
I am a quiet girl, the age of seventeen
In the presence of others, I put on a shy and quiet persona
The real me, I know they don’t accept
The real me, they CAN’T accept
They are afraid, they don’t understand
They don’t want to know me
Outside, I am a shy, quiet and nervous young lady
On the inside, I am a beautiful, fabulous and wonderful freak
I am a geek, an avid World of Warcraft player
I normally find solace in the ever roaming and expanding imaginarium that is my heart
I smile, laugh, and cry like any normal person
I am what they believe is a quiet girl, the age of seventeen
But in reality, the reality they don’t want to see
I am a beautiful, fabulous, and wonderful freak
And I know, deep down
They fear the real me
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