This Is Me Really

Sometimes we need to stop and think what kind of picture do I really portray? is it really myself or is it a disguise? people see someone whether night or day In me lying dormant is rage and anger so judgemental on others sure to blame quick to respond at what looks terrible not willing to hear others a living flame People think I'm so patient and passive but really this is just one great big lie it's easy to impress by being just silent others then think you a person very shy Born into this world so unwanted put up for adoption in the time taken but anger and temper all lay dormant having stammer felt to be forsaken Ignored so often not regarded at all can't speak they thought not any use over the years frustration bred such malice this is really me hiding under my bush