Me

Something inside of me is screaming to be set free; to be let out of it's cage so it can run. Their is a voice inside my head telling me to be ME and not care what others say. Its telling me to be who I need to be, who I want to be, but I do not know if I can. the real me is to scary, to dark and hateful, for me to even try to let out. I always wear a shell, a protective cover to keep me safe. I am not ME until I am by myself and even then I am not all there. Even the people closest to my heart do not know me. Now, I have the fear that I will die tomarrow and no one will ever truely know me.