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.