You see me as what I show,
But not who I really am.
When will you see
The real me?

You see me as perfect,
With nothing possibly wrong.
But what you don’t know,
Is what is killing me inside.

I’m nowhere near perfect
And I want you to know.
But I have to stay strong for you
And everybody else.

When will I be able to let my hair down,
And show you who I really am,
Without the fear that you won’t approve
Of the real me?

I want you to know the truth of the matter,
But how can I tell you that
And know you won’t leave me behind.

When can I tell you everything in my head,
And know you won’t judge me?
When will I be able to show you,
The real me?