I'm only me when I'm in my room alone
The moment I'm stepping out of this comfort zone
I put my mask back on.
I'm used to this mask I wear
That I often lose the real me.

No one can tell when I'm sad or depressed,
The bright smile is all that shall rest.
I've never been good at expressing my true self
The only possible escape is my bookshelf.
In books and movies, I can be whoever I want to be
Loved and that even by me.

If you want to know the real me
You'll have to read my books, my texts.
But be warned, I don't like myself
So putting my mask on lets me be
Who I want everyone to see.

Only a few people get a glance beyond
And of them, I become really fond.
They help me let go of my self-hate
And bring me out of my hiding shade.
But those few don't get the whole glance
For no one will ever have that chance.

In my room, I let loose of all emotion
Hidden in the shallow of an ocean,
Locked deep inside my heart
For it's the most protected part.

Only love is the opening key
And that's gained without a fee,
For I want that person to see
The whole, true me.

Being able to laugh and cry
Without him asking why
Only showing adoration and affection
And giving me the right amount of attention.

So I can one day leave my mask behind
And show the whole my true self
Without hiding behind words and shade
And finally accepting me for being myself.