It's thrilling to show the world
What I'd never show those near.
When they don't know me,
I feel no fear.
It's a joy to write,
To hear what people think,
When they don't know me.
It's a relief to pour my rage
Onto a page,
When they don't know me.
The truth is easy to share—
It doesn't scare me,
When they don't know me.
I am unafraid
Of their criticism.
How could they hurt me,
When they don't know me?
But in reality,
Through these words,
They glimpse a truth
Even the closest can't see.
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