To succeed in life, one must play a part,
An image there is to protect.
To the world at large,
I project a façade
Of confidence and strength.
But looking in my mirror,
I wonder……
How could they get it so wrong?
The real me is but a shade,
A picture on a wall.
Unobtrusive in the background,
A scared shadow observing all.
The child who worries on the future,
And all that it may bring.
The real me is locked away,
Too afraid to sing.
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