The Real Me

Is it really true,
Was it the truth,
That hid beneath,
The veils of my smile

Is it the real me,
That you fail to see,
The me that I made up,
For me to live on

The fear that restricts me,
The fear of failure,
The fear that holds me low,
The fear of rejection

The wings of mine,
Meant to fly high,
Have been cut apart,
Leaving me a crawler

This is me as of now,
The world in my eyes,
Is nothing of worth,
Where I should be me

The thoughts have won,
Over my mind and body,
The reactions have changed,
With the flow of time

The reflections show me,
As a different person,
The truth shall unfold,
In front of the mirror