I wanted to show you who I was,
Who I am.
I’m the one who’s always laughing;
Sometimes through the tears,
Sometimes through the fears.
I’m the one who over-analyses everything, afraid that it could all change.
I’m the one you thought had it all figured out,
But I’m not.
I write when I don’t have words.
When I’m afraid.
Afraid of the unknown.
Afraid of the things I do know.
Afraid. As ridiculous as it may seem.
It’s crazy to think that backstage,
The rigging could be falling,
And the world might be crumbling;
But you would never see it
From in front of the curtain.
So raise your hand,
If you know what it’s like
To be me.