The Me Who You Can't See
Here I am, standing here.
Do you see me?
Yes.
But, do you see the real me?
No.
Who am I? You ask.
Why do I hide?
I hide because I am afraid.
I've hidden myself so deep I don't even know who I am.
Every time I try to dig myself out,
Everyone else pushes me in deeper.
I am human. I am afraid.
I am afraid to be who I am.
I am afraid I won't be accepted.
Isn't that your fear, too? To not be wanted: to not belong.
The person who I am doesn't matter, it's the person you see that does.
I want you to see this shy, quiet girl, this nobody.
Who I want to be is a whole different person.
I want to be the one that makes the difference, the one the world can see,
Not some nobody, not who I am pretending to be.
Each and every one of us is hiding someone,
Someone behind the mask that everyone sees.
I want to be this person, this me who you can't see,
But, I hope you can see, I am afraid.
I am afraid to be me because of you.