Entirely

Mystery is a part of me,
always hiding my true self.
Fearing what you'd think of me,
knowing what would come,
If you knew the truth.
Away I hide, from the rest of this world. Thinking if only, I could come out.
Wondering and waiting for it to be okay, maybe in this life, I will see the day.
How can it be so wrong, to be who I am?
How can you hate me, if you've never seen my smile?
How can you know me, if you've never heard me laugh ?
The person I am, and who you think me to be, are two separate people, entirely.