• You see who I am on the outside,
    but I can't.
    I'm just standing here,
    waiting for my wings to form and spread
    into my true self.

    After every recovery
    of my crushed heart,
    I heal myself
    with the warmth
    of my friends

    My reflection in the mirror
    is not who I think it is.
    I see a girl, but
    that’s all I see.
    Time after time,
    Piece after piece,
    I see the real me.
    And my true soul began to take of
    Its mask.