They're finding me out, I'm having my doubts, I'm losing the best of me. Dressed up as myself, to live in the shadow, of who I'm supposed to be. –All Time Low, Sick Little Games.
Who am I? Am I be a savior of Olympus or a boyfriend? A hero or a scared little boy? The problem is that I just can't be everything.
People look up at me and expect this cool guy, who is perfect in every way. They see who I'm supposed to be instead of who I am. So, I pretend. I pretend to be the hero they all expect. The boyfriend Annabeth deserves. Inside, I'm just a scared little boy. No one knows who I am they only know the person I masquerade as.
This is the me I dress up as, to hide my true self.
Just stop. Look at me for more than a second. Look at me and see my tears. Why can't anyone see who I am? Why don't you save me? Yes, you finally get it. I'm finally free. You no longer see who I'm supposed to be. You can now see me.
So, who am I? You're the one that knows. Who am I?
(A/N Ummm…. How do I explain this? This wasn't what I expected. Whatever. Review anyway, guys. PLEASE.)
