Not many know the real me 

I show them what they expect to see 
To sit at a desk and work up a storm 
Is something I do, to maintain the norm 
But a Wild Child through and through am I 
I run and catch the windswept sky 
My mind sings songs inside my head 
Whispering stories as I lie in Bed 
I want to embrace the world, sing and dance 
Bring joy to your life while I have the chance 
Yet society tries to dictate to me 
On what I should do or How I should be 

By Stella Haricot