Once upon a time, I used to be known.
Wasn't invisible or always alone.
I was recognized for an everyday small amount of fame,
But now people hardly know my name.

It sounds sad and truly it is.
But I'm not crying like it's something I miss.
I'm happy people have become blind.
No more sad hellos', forced excitement, and fake smiles.

Now I enjoy the solitude,
Appreciate the silence and stick to me to show my gratitude.
I don't waste my time trying to interact,
People are a nuisance and that's a fact.

I love the dark because no one can see me.
The light is pretty but it's blinding
The dark is dangerous but it's comforting.
And in here they can't kill me.

Once upon a time, I was the girl they wanted.
'Cause I was pretty and expensive, I talked less.
Now I'm the girl they hated.
Carefree, less stupid, and haunted.

Three is their lucky number
Two isn't enough and four is too much.
I talk too loud and my feelings aren't valid
My opinions are trash and the only thing I should eat is a salad.

Once upon a time, I did not know.
That I don't need to change who I am to please anyone.
That I don't have to be someone else to be someone.

Once upon a time, this girl was known.
She was pretty and expensive but she was alone.
And when she decided to step up and remove her mask.
Her blinded illusion shattered like glass.
She saw their true colors and her own.
And as her self, the darkness welcomed her home.

And even tho she's now invisible and cannot be seen.
She's shielded away from those demons and is finally free.



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