Hiding

You wonder what lies within me, what I'm all about,
And hiding who I am makes me want to scream, want to shout.

I like who I really am, though no one else might,
And from this, holding back my tears becomes a constant fight.

I want you to know the real me, but for your benefit, I won't let you,
Cause I'm like a chameleon, and hiding is what I do.