In our house I am loud.
I stand up for what's right,
and stick to my side.
So why is it that when I go out...
...I hide?
In our house I dance.
I skip, I spin, I prance,
and I twirl.
So why is it that when I go out...
...I'm scared of the world?
In our house,
this is the way it is.
But what happens when:
the inside starts leaking out...
...and the outside starts leaking in?
