On the outside, I’m happy,
Carefree, Blissful,
As if I had no worry about the world.
I love myself as a daughter loves her mother,
My eyes are bright and I always wear a smile,
And I have faith that the future will be bright with nothing but success

But,
I’m just a frightful wench,
I’m rude and nasty, lost like a young boy in the woods, trying to find home.
But what is home?
I’m not beautiful, I’m horrifying.
I can’t love anybody, for I can’t even love myself.

It comes together,
What I show and how I truly feel.
For I laugh so hard I cry but yet, I also cry so hard I laugh,
I’m like a portrait, you have to assume what my meaning,
I have a deeper meaning than what people believe.