It's not a question of what you do.
It's not the question of what you believe.
It is never asked what you think, we never ask
you how you act.
Nobody wants to know your thoughts,
nobody cares if you think the fact.
People ask you and you don't respond,
and it's not because of a point.
It's not because your too proud,
your not worried if they will like you.
Nobody knows you, and you don't want that.
Only I know, and only you know.
You're scared. Nobody can admit it,
but it's true.
We are scared to show our true selves,
like we are snakes emerging from our old skin.
It's not too late to change the inevitable,
and you're never too old to see who's credible.
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