When people look at me,
I do not know what they see.
Do they see confidence
and a clear state of mind
The kind that could not be altered
by minor falters in life
A personality owned by a sense
of audacity no one's willing to challenge
nor mention should change

or

Do they see the insecurity
I hide I
pretend isn't there
because it's not fair
to drag down others with the way I feel
Never do I want others to see me kneel
to oceans of emotions
waves crashing inside my skull
my mind is never dull
always fighting who I'm supposed to be

And who I am