hidden by the fabrics,
you think you know me,
but you don’t,
it’s scary to think that there is so much,
and so little you know,
insecurities are hard to accept,
struggling to embrace this part of me,
when I’ve been wishing for it to disappear,
if you knew would you stay?
If I revealed what I actually am
would you still love me as much as you claim?
I can only see you running the other away,
running away from me,
running away from who I actually am…