I am just as bright, but hidden inside.
Behind the doors of this home
Inside the walls of my skin
Behind windows and eyelids

I am just as beautiful as I was then
In the reflection, in what’s with in
In the soft of my skin and light personality
In the way that I think, in what’s reality

I am just as loveable, but alone
In the dead of the night, when I dream so dreary
When I am metaphorically seeking, weeping
When I’m in an embrace, with a lover’s charade

I am still me, just no one can see
I am just as bright, beautiful and loveable
Just alone
Until he arrives, and I know that I show