She is living a lie,
just doesn't know it yet.
Her story is mine to tell.
She is living a lie.
She believes them when they tell her who she is,
except she isn't.
They want the real her to be hidden.
To never be found, to never be heard.
"Why?", you ask.
Because they are scared.
Scared of the world finding out about the real her.
Scared of the consequences they will have to face.
What they don't know is....
that she will find out.
And when she does,
they will not know what hit them cause she will be heard.
But right now,
she is still hidden.
Under hundreds of different locks.
But she... she will break through.
"Why?", again you ask.
Because she just realized,
that she was living a lie.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
She is living a lie,
just doesn't know it yet.
Her story is mine to tell.
She is living a lie.
She believes them when they tell her who she is,
except she isn't.
They want the real her to be hidden.
To never be found, to never be heard.
"Why?", you ask.
Because they are scared.
Scared of the world finding out about the real her.
Scared of the consequences they will have to face.
What they don't know is....
that she will find out.
And when she does,
they will not know what hit them cause she will be heard.
But right now,
she is still hidden.
Under hundreds of different locks.
But she... she will break through.
"Why?", again you ask.
Because she just realized,
that she was living a lie.
This poem tells you to believe in yourself. It's the 'real you' which can change the world.
