What i really want you to know,
is the real me.
not what's on the surface,
not just what you see.

You see my fear,
not what i fear,
you see me listen,
not what i hear,
you see me cry,
but, what brings the tear?
if you could only see me as i am.

I deal with my pain,
in different ways,
at different times,
on different days,
but never in indifference phase,
and you never see me as i am.

My truth and joy are hidden, yes,
if you would only try to guess,
who knows? it's just a little mess,
but you might like me as i am.