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I used to hide, who I am, deep inside myself,
my soul was buried under neith the clutter.
The clutter called clothes, that I wore.
I used to try and be who others saw me to be.

I used to hide my feelings, deep inside my chest.
My heart was locked from the inside, and I threw the key far away.
The key, that I spent hours looking for, but couldnt find.
I used to try and be strong, cause somebody needed me to be.

I used to hide my emotions, inside my eyes.
My eyes would blink away the tears.
The tears that I wiped furiously, from my face.
I used to try and be brave, so others wouldnt know.

I used to hide my words, inside my mouth.
My mouth was glued shut.
Shut so that my words would get swallowed.
I used to try and be silent, so I wouldnt say something wrong.

I used to hide my scars, inside my sleeves.
The scars, that bled, threw thousands of band aids.
Band aids that needed to be replaced with stichs.
I used to try and be ignorant, cause I didnt want anyones help.

I used to hide my thoughts, inside my mind.
My mind was closed, to those I didnt know.
I didnt know if they would understand.
I used to try and be quiet, cause I didnt want to be judged.

But now Im tired, of hideing, and now im,

throwing out the clutter, and letting myself be free.
Paying a locksmith, to open up my heart again,& making a extra key.
letting myself cry, when its the right time
scraping the glue off, so I can talk
getting help from others, and getting stiched up
opening my mind up, and letting others judge.

Cause I am, who I am, and nobody can change me,
or make me be anything else, but me.