So I have this great exterior...
I'm fun...
I laugh a lot...
I love practical jokes...
people like me...
I play well with others...
and I'd give you my last dime...
I exude this persona on a daily basis...
When in reality...
I'm a scared little girl...
just trying to stay safe...
in this great big, ugly,
scary, unforgiving world...
My extrovert self...
protects the real me...
If people think I'm nice...
or fun...
If they think I'm normal...
they don't judge...
As a side note;
you should try not to judge
the mentally ill, as they judge themselves
enough already...
I've learned and mastered
the art of fitting in...
I am a Master.
However...
this Master is a fake...
a sham...
an imposter...
Please forgive me...
and accept me as I am