slam behind the curtain slam
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Nobody help me
I can do this on my own.
Don’t let anyone see
I’ll just put on a show.
The listening ears
And pleasing impression.
In reality, all a façade.
If truth be told, I’m a coward
Stand
In Manhattan
Take
A good look around you
See
All the people
Close your eyes
And imagine
The True Me?
The True Me is everchanging.
When I try to find it, it morphs because
I was not the same person I was finding it as I was when I found it.
When I see her, few things remain the same:
It's been too long,
It is time to reveal.
If the leaves can show the world their true colors,
Why can't I?
I have more potential than an inanimate object,
Yet I still cannot expose the real me.
Its no longer about who I am or the principles I stand by. What brands do I wear? What color is my hair? If society doesnt approve I'm shut out.
Think you’ll get a free peek inside
Pull back the curtain
What will you find
Someone’s who’s been through it
You think you know me.
Well, for very few that may be true,
But for many of you out there that’s a lie.
You think I am loud,
Outgoing,
A leader.
Ha, strike one.
Anger and pain are all to familiar
Every day is a struggle to keep it together
Every morning I go about with a smile on my face
Meanwhile these demons inside are clawing away
I am an openbook
I hide nothing
because someone worthy
will want to read me
just make sure to start from the beginning
don't skim or skip
or you might misperceive me
dont judge my cover
