From Me To Her

I feel as if on the outside I am me and on the inside I am her.
If that smile on the outside proves how it’s supposed to be.
The feelings on the inside are what really goes through my mind.
I hate it when there is so much of yourself to find.
The outside shows the world that happiness is how you’re supposed to feel.
But other people say be yourself, be real.
How can we be real if people judge me for her.
If I try to be real they say that I’m not for sure.
I wish I could be me without feeling a scare.
Scared of what I might become or what might really be under this hair.
What if I’m afraid of what’s buried under this chest.
Is it because I can’t let the world bear to see the rest.
Did he see me show my true thoughts in my head.
Or did he just pass hoping I would tell him face to face?