Masked

Why can't I be true to myself

12 years of hiding who I am
Acting my way through day to day life
May seem shy maybe loud
Always lying to myself
I am a girl
Old enough to be a woman
Sunshine shines upon me in warm golden
rays
While at night darkness can chill me in its icy
glare or fill me with a mischievous spirit
I am curious, somber, either reading through
adventure or living through one
Soon I'll be grown but the inner child in me still
wants to live
I am a girl but not the one that makes one
think
of sugar and spice
Hidden, alive, don't like makeup, love perfume,
smart, quiet, cute, only when I smile, funny
though I don’t want to be, and a freak
I am what I am, and even though I may mask it
I am proud of who I am