Here is a little poem I wrote about myself,

True me:

The true me, is not what you see,
The true me, is not what you hear,
I need to be set free,
Then you'll hear, My Dear.

For every passing hour,
For every passing day,
I wish, to not be dour,
I wish, for you to stay.

I hate to plea,
I hate to sob,
I hate to cry,
I hate to even say goodbye.

I like, to see the beautiful art,
I like, to hear the songs of birds,
People paint what's in they're heart,
It's songs, just without words.

I love, to see smiles,
I love, to see laughs,
For those I would run miles,
Or even build rafts,

For who is, the true me?
Am I, someone you can now hear?
Am I, someone you can now see?
Can you finally understand me, My Dear,