Free

When you look at me, what do you see? When I look I see doubt, shame, fear. I may seem like the nice person, the fun person, the popular girl, the loud, proud person. But deep down, I'm mean, boring, an outcast, silent, unworthy person. I can't think. I shudder from the rest. I hide, but you can always see me. Sometimes I try to run, but you always catch me. I can't hold it anymore. I want to be normal, I want to be free.