Forbidden Self

You look at me.
What do you see?
A girl?
Or do you see the soul beneath the surface?

The soul that screams for freedom.
Fighting to be heard.
Clawing at the wall.
The forbidden me.

You say you know.
You think you do.
You are not the only one.
People who are so blind.

Watching and waiting.
Things that I cannot bear.
I cannot replace these feelings inside.
If only they knew.

If only they could see.
Could see the forbidden me.

Will it forever be this way?
My true self hidden deep inside.
For fear of what they will think.
Those who love me.

Should they accept me?
Would they learn to understand the hidden me?
Could they love my forbidden self?