I never have words to express my fear
my true passion, or stand up for myself
They all fly away coming to the tip of my tongue
Words said screaming out loud,
but feels like one of those dreams, that the words just pass through the crowd

The thunder in my head roaring,
but lightning just not striking out

I'm not proud,
I'm never pleased with what i do
I know i'm not good enough for this world
but at least i'm trying to

I hold my head up high,
I would say to keep my crown up,
But which one?
The one they gave me for being the worst daughter in their eyes?
the one for being stupid?
The one for being the most hurt and wounded?
Or for the one for being the greatest faker alive?
Faking a smile,
Faking happiness, just so everyone else can be satisfied.