To strangers, she's just the quiet girl,
In the corner of the room
That nobody really pays attention to.
To friends, she is the one
Who will always have their back
And carries the secrets others never hear.
Her family, they see (fake) smiles
Believing everything is fine
Not understanding.
To herself?
Yes, sometimes she is happy
But more often she is screaming inside,
Trying to break the cage
She feels trapped in.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
To strangers, she's just the quiet girl,
In the corner of the room
That nobody really pays attention to.
To friends, she is the one
Who will always have their back
And carries the secrets others never hear.
Her family, they see (fake) smiles
Believing everything is fine
Not understanding.
To herself?
Yes, sometimes she is happy
But more often she is screaming inside,
Trying to break the cage
She feels trapped in.
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