Once there was a child They were happy They had a lot friends Even though they didn't know them that well If one of them moved Or stopped talking to the child very often The child was fine Because they could always make more They questioned everything But they learned to hide their questions They learned how to match the personality of people around them They learned how to hide who they were They needed to to protect themself But if you hide who you are you will never be understood As the child grew older, they got better at hiding who they were They got so good at it that they hid even from themself At first they didn't realize it When they realized it was already too late They didn't want to but they didn't know how to stop And it was safer not to They tried to tell the truth But no one ever believed them Maybe it was better that way What if everyone hated the person they really were?
