It may seem like I have everything.
A smile always put on my face
As my legs move me in a confident pace.
But here is the thing
None of that is completely true.
There is only this pathetic, broken girl
With her brain in a constant whirl
In search for some kind of clue.
She's desperate for normality
Wishing for the evil cycle to end
And in hopes that one day she will mend.
But sadly, she's stuck in a state of brutality.