You woke up
And looked into the mirror
And you saw a scar on your face...
A scar caused by the monsters that have haunted you.
You walked outdoors while it was raining,
And you were thinking if you are damaged because you have walked into a dangerous rainstorm.
You went inside a room filled with faceless people,
And you try to be something that you’re not just so they would like you.
But no, those scars you’ve had are only reminders that you were brave enough to face reality.
And walking through rainstorms proves that you are clean.
And on the beautiful lovely side of that,
You are never just good or bad,
You are a pastiche of your worst self and your best self
A mixture of love and loathe,
And a solution of failure and rising up again.
That’s you! So don’t be afraid to be yourself.
And if people left you for being yourself,
It’s fine, you’re not the opinion of somebody who doesn’t really know you.
‘Cause losing people is better than losing yourself.
Since the more you lose people, the more you find yourself.
So don’t change, yet, don’t stay the same as well.
You wake up, knowing that you still live in a colorless world.
You stood up and presented a brilliant color by showing all of the side of your own kaleidoscope.
And those’ll be the only thing that matters...