Confined to a small dark corner
I resist to express, I fear my loved ones will disappear
I heard some whispers, the voices unknown, unheard
They said, I am the originator of my own destiny
But the things I hear, the things I see
Unconsciously shaped the reflection I don't wanat to see
Self Rejection, Low Self Esteem, curtail the 'Real Me'
I shape the look I wear, I'm the one to fill the colours...