At the bottom of my heart lyes my real self,
Only me, no bias, no imitations. A girl who
Isn't afraid to be herself, unwilling to bite her tongue.
Yet its subdued, hiding in the hallways,
Its dug down deeper and deeper until
Its barely noticeable. I whip the mask
Right back on and stay hushed, as always.
Too nervous to speak, anxious not to speak.
Yeah, maybe my brain's been wired the wrong way
Because sometimes it feels like everything's fuzed together,
Other days, they just can't seem to work together.
All I know is, I've gotten tired of resisting what I think,
Keeping the words stuck in my throat, tempted to come out.
I'm like a butterfly still stuck in its cocoon,
Wings fluttering, but too afraid to come out.
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