It's hard to write this piece
Not because I have gushing words
But because I don't know where to start
I sit here pondering, digging, waiting
But sadly I decay here
Not even knowing who I am
They say a man is the product of his time
But has our time created this mask
This curtain I cower behind?
I rip the wallpaper and tear the sheets
That shrouds my face I know is real
But the more I dig the more self-conscience I feel
As I break down the walls people look in as well
Light breaks through the tiny holes
Piercing the veil of uncertainty
And I'm afraid they laugh at me
Without any filter
To shade me from the revealing beams

But now I found it
What I was digging for
I finally understand who I am
I am a boy, I am a man
Who has lived his life with his eyes closed
Who has turned blind eye to the others like me
Fending only for myself
And hiding from the glare
No one said the "real you" would be pretty
And perhaps that's why we run from ourselves
To scamper away and disappear for good
And fashion a facade to live behind
And this is who I am
As painful as I care to admit
I have been living a life of doubt
And when you take the filter out
And let the light shine down on me
I am a man with the courage of a boy
Who is beginning to finally see