When I was young and ill at ease,
Or shy and feeling small,
I strived so hard to speak I'd freeze,
And never spoke at all.
I worried, scared, and unprepared
To share myself, my way -
That no one ever really cared
For what I had to say.
But when I learned to fake it through -
To make the man they'd see -
It wasn't long before I knew
That that was really me.