All these words circle my head to make me feel dead.
All these things that find their way to me.
The things people said.
And I look at myself wondering how I'm alive here.
How I thrive to be someone.
I wanna be a girl who can stand
on a stage.
Not with rage and not stuck in a cage.
I feel lost in my mind in which I'm trying to find,
the answer to the reason which keeps me confined,
who am I through your eyes what do you see
is there something in me
a simple human being?