What is the truth?
Is the truth what we believe?
Or is the truth what we know?
Will we ever know the truth?
And do we want to know it?

There lies a Girl
the grass tickles her skin
The chirps of the crickets in her ears
looks to the sky

And there...
There are the birds
Birds are her favorites

They play with the wind like a friend
With one beat of their wings to new heights
With happy twittering everyone likes
The whole world is theirs

The girl sighs
looks to the empty wheelchair next to her
Birds are her favorites

Why is it so difficult
To change something?
And when I try,
Where is the result?

Is the effort worth the Health
even when it’s heartbreaking?
Or should I do nothing
And never accept myself?

Mirrors the new enemy
And scales like a horror movie
When can I overcome
The fear of my destiny?

Some days I like myself
I look in the mirror
And see a pretty girl

Some days I don’t like myself
I look in the mirror
And just see a human

Some days I hate myself
I look in the mirror
And see somebody not worth living

Someday I will hate myself so much
I will never have to look in the mirror again