MYSELF
That feeling u get when someone asks to read ur inner most thoughts That weird feeling Of shame of guilt Then butterflies cos u want to share U want the world to see u for who u are Then come the"what if they don't like what they see" Then comes "I don't care" But you do Cos in ur thoughts u can be anybody Rich or poor Priest or prostitute Friend or foe Villain or hero But I want u to see For if u don't see you won't know me what if it changes ur perception of me Who cares What will I be if am not MYSELF