Another sleepless night,
Another night of lies,
I harbor my feels that I have to hide,

Why might you ask do these feels stay alive,
I answer with a few simple lines,

I’m a girl, one slightly broken, one afraid of the question and attention,
So hushed are my thoughts and silence is my voice,

There’s one good thing I must say something that strengthens me inside,
And keeps me alive,

That fact that this feelings are all MINE

Hand knitted from day one,
Afraid of who I’ve become,
Alone and unloved by someone who calls herself no one,
Invisible a talent I possess,
Everyone sees me yet please don’t tell me you do,

I remember that songs I use to sing along,
Now as they play I bow my head down wondering if this is that day,

They notice,
Notice who I’ve become,
Notice how much I hate this lady who says she’s me but called me no one,

Miss. No one they say,
That’s me, is it not?
this is the girl I’ve become someone who’s not yet numb;
again don’t forget I’m only afraid of who I’ve become,
Hand knitted from day one