Me

I wish people could see me for who I really am.
But do I even know?
She has been locked away in a dusty old box and stored in the back of my mind.
I finally decided to look for her to let her out.
I found the box, but the key is missing.
Where could it be?
I think I know who has it.
He didn't steal it, I gave it to him.
The day I locked myself away, almost 4 months ago,
When I was afraid that he wouldn't like the real me.
But I was wrong.
He would probably like me more if she could just come back.
She was always so happy and exciting.
I need his help to get her back.
But I don't think he knows that he can help.
And even if he does, I can't make him help me.
He already has a lot to deal with.
He shouldn't have to worry about me.
But he is the only one that can help.
No one else can,
And if he can't, then I will have to free her on my own,
And who knows how long that could take.