Who are we when we’re not, the people that you see
When we’re walking down the street
Being who we be
Who are we when we’re not, the people that you know
When we’re showing all we do not show
What are our secret feelings
Our over, under handed dealings
Are we crying tears
From childhood fears
Or smiling from our secret joys
Us little girls and boys
When did we find the shadows
That hide us from the crowds
When did we learn to play act
When we come down off the stage
When did the secrets get so thick
So stifling they make us sick
If you know the answer
Please share…
It’s a question I’ve been asking
For more than just a year...
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