The Real Me Disguised

I'm so tired of being disguised,
Hidden by all my protective masks,
Tired of the way my false identities materialized
And wrapped around me like a cast.

I'm so tired of pretending,
Of being who I'm not,
But on the inside my will is bending,
Giving up on being on top.

So this is my final testimony,
My last appearance before your court,
This is your chance to unravel the mystery,
To either lose or find the love you so desperately sought.

All I want from you is to be respected,
To be taken in
To be accepted
To actually win...