When we’re not jumping all around
We don’t feel so proud deep inside
When we’re not smiling in disguise
We’re mostly crying in the house
When we’re not glamorously dressed
We’re feeling naked in our heads.
Who’s unruffled by comfort and the pleasures it brings?
Who’s not afraid of the doubts failure sheds?
Who doesn’t question their worth?
Thinking they have no meaning
Who doesn’t search for a blanket to cover the shame?
Unsure of the duties life places on us.
When we’re not bragging loud
We are bare of confidence
When we’re not partying out
We are locked up in the closet
When we’re not up and down
We are swallowed by our shells.