I am never seen,
Not the real me that is.
Many think they know me
But the person they know is whom i wish them to know.
For if i were to come to the surface.....
Well i don't know what will happen then for it has never happened.
I show some bits and pieces of the real me,
But never do i fully leave my shell.
It took years to build it up.
So why would i come out.
I am unwanted anyways.
A forgotten, burden
Whose only purpose...