Caged

I remember this is how I felt as a teenager trying to fit in....

I feel confined, trapped and hating these god damn
lies. It's not to late to tell the truth I'm told, but I can't take the measly hate that's sure to accumulate and rot my heart cold.
I can't get lost in my own sorry fate, I can't be me
I don't know why but people don't like my real
personality.
Is it because I don't copy and wallow or because
I won't be subjected to follow I need to be me but
I'm scared you see.
I want to be free with no fakeness to say but at what
price do I pay? For everyone to look and not see me
as a closed book.
I want to be able to smile say hello and not be
mistook and left hanging like a nook.

@iPuss thanks for the inspiration :)