I've tried hard to please the others around me
I can't seem to let go of the pressure and run free
I think I am being someone I am not
My truest version, I have fought

I feel as if I don't have my personality
I think I have no originality
Should I show my true colors and run wild?
Or should I be the one who faked herself and thrived?

The ones who told they'll help me at my weakest
Now hate me, for I became the nature's truest
I started to do things for my own pleasure
I'll never bow down to other's pressure

The ones who once...