The Hidden Me At school I'm the girl in class who doesn't raise her hand, the girl who's hair is her shield. I'm the one who's sheets are covered with doodles and arms with designs. But at home I'm the one who talks the most. At home I'm the voice singing out through the house, I'm the feet dancing up the stairs. At home I'm the one that speaks up and keeps with there argument. This s my hidden self.