I don't know what I should call her
But whoever she is
She isn't me
This is the person that the world sees at first
Poor world
Having to put up with this
Boring, flustered, awkward, rambling
little girl
Until the real me finally manages to
Break the walls and crumble the door
That separate everyone from who
I really am
I think it might be worth it to wait  
For the real me to show up
But the question is
Who has the patience to stick around until then?
Because lets face it,
She often shows up Late
Sometimes it's hard to escape from my cage
Sometimes they don't want to let me out