Words don't come to me easy
When I can't write them down
The most poignant things I've said
Have never come out of my mouth
And I'm only good at talking when there's no one else around
They always find a hidden meaning
Based on how they think I sound
I take things way too literal
I think in black and white
Because you're either good or bad
And you're either wrong or right
And I'm not trying to villify you
I'm not trying to start a fight
But I'm afraid that you'll see through me if I look you in the eyes
I'm chronically afraid of always being misunderstood
Of never being independent like I always thought I should
I'm tired of the scrutiny
Each day is much more taxing
When your whole life's a performance
I'm so tired of masking
I don't beat around the bush 
But I still get called complicated 
Can't talk about my feelings
Without being called a mosaic 
I can't follow a direction without making a mistake 
I can't explain to anyone the energy it takes 
To act like every other person 
With a normal looking smile 
Who knows just when to laugh 
And has the correct looking style
Every time I fumble people tell me I'm being hostile
When I put up my defenses I just get called juvenile
When everything I feel is magnified
Emotion, sight, and sound
People always tell me that I'm hard to be around
I know why I feel this way,
I'm tired of you asking why I have so many faces
I'm just tired of masking
And I'm not trying to be cynical
For I am just a realist
If I think of something strongly
I don't know how you can't feel it
And I can't hold it anymore
What aren't you grasping
Life has been one grand charade for me
And I am all done masking