The real me

You think you know the real me
But not really
You see no one knows the real me
Not one, only me

On the outside
Im happy, joyous and carefree
But on the inside
Im screaming, alone. This is me

People know the me I want to be
Not the real me
The fake one, the one I parade
Around behind, for all the world to see

The real me, I keep locked up
In a cage, in the back of my mind
No one can ever see her
She’s wild, not refined

I can never let you know
Who I really am
I find it easier, not to let people in
For I fear I will be abandoned

Everytime I let people in
They see the real me
They do not like her
They run, terrified, so you see
No one can ever know the real me.

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