I am a steel disguised as a diamond.
I am a nut acting as an almond,
You think I can do everything, in reality i don't.
Everybody knew me as a bird flying free,
but in reality im suffering secretly.
Maybe i am a masochist for doing things i am not capable of,
although it's not really my intention to show off.
I still remember myself inventing stories to brag just for them to have fun and also for me to fit in.
Pushing and pulling the strings that is attached to my waist,
to my hips just for me to fit in a hole down to your world.
A world where i act as a princess, tho i am really the damsel in distress.
that is not the reality i am talking about, because obviously in my own kind of reality, i am just a piece of pity, piece of something that is unworthy- doesn't deserve the time of thee
r.f.
