Masks

Do you know who I am?
Can you understand what is going on inside of me?
Do you care enough to look past these masks I wear,
to see that I'm afraid of who I am?
Hiding behind thse masks, I cry out to be recognized
but I cannot take off these masks to let you see who I really am.
I have to pretend to be a certain person because that is who my friends want me to be
I have to act a certain way because my parents want me that way.
It seems like everyone wants me to be someone,
yet I don't know if its really me.

You see, I weat these masks because I am afraid
that you will see the real me and walk away
because I believe the masks I wear are the reason you accept me
instead of the real me hiding behind them.

I get so confused over who I am,
because of the pressure to be someone.
Sometimes, I do not even know what I am feeling,
even though I know something just does not seem right.
Is there someone out there,
that loves me enough to look past my masks,
and accept who I am struggling to become.
To show me I do not have to be afraid
and does not pressure me to be a certain way.
Is there someone like this out there?
Can you come find me?
I will be waiting for you,
hiding behind my masks of insecurity.