She is not as strong as you may think
the inside of her shell stays on the brink
of total destruction
She can barely function
her world is an hour glass
ticking away time that has passed
filled with could’ve beens
and should’ve beens
she’s been hurt before
but as she falls to the floor
she shatters from the small crack
that has replaced her smile, in fact
there’s now a stranger
Looking back in the mirror
Her body, empty and hallow
Pre deceived as a shadow
she’s banging on the glass
Trapped at the bottom of her flask
blood stained tears rushing down
she screams, but can’t make a sound
She’s given up her heart, dropped her smile
Her true nature is coming out, it’s been a while
She tries to be authentic
but remains her own critic
denying herself hope for prince charming
her depression leaks in, now it’s swarming
she’s drowning but everyone is fine….
Is it so wrong to want out of this place
to be something more than just a pretty face
because hidden in her own smoke of anger and hostility
Her fragile mind is lacking in faith and stability
she drops to her knees
begging, “please, please, please
let me out of this cage, show me the light
I won’t hide anymore, I promise I’ll win the fight”
but all she hears is the echo of her own voice
this wasn’t suppose to happen, this wasn’t her choice
Her dreams are too big to become reality
She knows that, and in turn, lets go of her sanity
All she wants is to be notice, to be heard
Is that so much to ask? Is it that absurd?
She doesn’t know if she’ll wake up everyday
But every night, she makes sure to pray
Maybe one day, someone will hear her cries
Until then, her mask is nothing but painful lies.x
