I am not who you think I am.
Behind this smile is a sad little girl, trying to be found.
Behind this laughter is a depressed little girl, trying to be saved.
Behind this strong figure is a weak little girl, trying to fight.
I lie not because I want to, but because that’s what I want to happen. I’m hoping that one day, all those lies turn into reality.
The songs I sing didn’t just come out of my mouth, those are words I couldn’t tell anybody.
The moves I make while dancing didn’t just pop out of nowhere, it was the actions I couldn’t do.
The stories I wrote wasn’t just written because of my passion, it was the life I wanted to live.
The heart you thought was cold, it was all made up, because the real one is gone, he took it with him when he left.
This is the only place where I could be myself without anyone judging me.
This is the only place where I could sing, without anyone telling my how badly I sound.
This is the only place where I could dance, without anyone telling me I’m out of beat.
This is the only place where I could write, without having to worry about other people’s opinion.
This is my escape.
You think you know who I am, but you’re wrong. All you know is the lady I introduced you too, not the little girl seeking for help.