Nervous.... When I enter a room... Do I look okay? I fidget with my bracelets, making sure my battles are hidden... What will they think.... When they find out... I'm not okay... I'm a loose *****... A walking wreck... Held together by barb wire, the rough edges pierce my skin... Will you hear my pleas? Will anyone answer me? Or just pass by like a blurred figment of imagination? Believing the smile on my face, the joyful laugh I make, misguiding you? That I'm always this pleasant and easygoing? But I'm not, never was, but I'm trying to hide and show you all at once... Can you see me?