The image of me that you saw,
Wasn't really me;
But only the protective mask,
That I wanted you to see.

The real song that is me,
I tried to hide away;
Fearing that the tune,
Was one you would not want to play.

The shyness that I felt,
I never wanted to show;
So, I began to act the part,
That I wanted you to know.

The snobbish role that I played,
Was only designed to hide;
A shy little one,
Who was hiding deep inside.

But, the true spirit of me
Began to stretch and call;
That like all staged performances,
The curtain now must fall.

So, the mask fell away.
At last, I've opened up the door;
To smell at last the clean pure air
And to hide inside no more!