In public my face is hard
In public my heart is stone
In public my fists are clenched
In public my eyes do stare
In public my back is straight
In public my voice is harsh
This is not me

In private my face is smiling
In private my heart is blue
In private my hands are warm
In private my back does bend
In private my eyes reflect
In private my voice is tempered
This is me

I wonder why the real me is afraid
So many years of this mess I made.
Hidden myself away for all this time
Like I'd committed some horrible crime
The real me has always wanted to break out.
But for so long been full of doubt
So now time is passing me by
I wonder if its to late to try