Walked down the hallway
The true me
Is becoming a big jumble of lying

There is more to the person that you see
Then what comes to mind
Beating up people isn’t my thing
I think I’m pretty kind

You may cautiously open these tattered curtains
That I have hid a big lie
Find my true heart inside
Unnoticeable to the human eye

Come look at the real me
If you have heard of it,
It’s not a lie