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
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
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