An oldie but still my favourite...
People say I am shy, then ask me, "Why?".
It is a mystery, soaked in so much misery
Like a sponge, when I was younger, unable to hold it all in.
Leaked out some of my personality, am I fake? No, most definitely not.
Just living life, watching the others rot
In the lies, that I would never tell,
Hoping one day that I could reverse the spell, or maybe not.
Almost nineteen and only a few know the 'real' me.
Slipped on my puddle, but did not hurt themselves.
Enjoyed the laughter while it lasted but knew that I, yes; Me, Myself,
Would just go back to my old ways.
Scared to be judged? Only one can judge me.
Emotional wreck, so everything stays inside me.
All bottled up, no one can get at me.
Pour me out, and once again,
You might see my personality..
