• There was a quiet girl at the age of thirteen.
    Lived a life full of attention, yet she felt so unseen.
    Adored by many spectators, but felt so ugly inside.
    She seemed so strong , but then collapsed when she cried.
    Lived a difficult existence, filled with laughter and tears.
    Always died a bit inside when she'd reminisce those wasted years.
    Tried to look on the bright side when it was near impossibe to see.
    And yet I am hesitant to say that this girl is me.

    Everyone has the days where they need to be alone.
    Everyone has the walls that must be torn down.
    But I'm trapped behind it and disguise it with laughter and smiles.
    And in the meanwhile I bear the vanity of a clown.

    Oh God help me now, I'm all alone.
    Oh God forgive me for what I've done.
    Oh God help me now, I'm all alone.
    Try to understand what I am running from.

    When I look in the mirror and I see my face,
    The face I get adored for, yet makes me feel so much disgrace.
    How many heads would turn back if I take off the mask?