It’s the start of a new day
She opens her eyes, puts on a disguise
so the world will think she’s okay

Pops pills that give her false energy
because without it she’s simply not happy
but at this rate, it’ll wear off by 8:00
now her genuine soul is full of self-hate

Bottling everything up seems to be a strength of hers
for every time a state of depression occurs
She lets the thoughts in her overactive mind take over
as if allowing the demon to have power will somehow make things better

Everyone around her thinks she’s fine
if they only knew what went on in her mind
maybe they could dig up some appreciation to understand her desolation
then world wouldn’t be so full of discrimination