Worked out as if I were dead,
Troubled as though I were dejected,
Weak as though I were tired

The real me is only visible to me
But to the world, I'm a shining star
But within me, I know why am hurting

I feel dejected and pained
I lay awake in agony,
But the truth is still with me

Art is my life,
While I write, I see my...