She seems to be a lovely girl
With a bit of mystery
A social girl, with lots of friends
It’s how she wants to be
Except this is just one part of her
The canvas she puts on
She really is a hopeless wreck
But she doesn’t want it to be shown
She hasn’t cried in over 2 months
Although she feels quite sad
But she controls all that’s inside
Afraid to be seen as mad
Sometimes she wishes she could scream
and cry and throw the dishes
or even express it by drawing it
but it’s self-confidence she misses
she wants to let everything out
so she can get the help she needs
it’s fear though, that’s troubling her
the fear that can take the lead
to overcome the threshold
she needs to have the trust
that they’ll never judge and think she’s strange
‘Cause that’s all shé ever does
she finds it hard to express her needs
but it’s time to open up to the truth
she will judge herself for doing this
although she really needs to better her mood
For now she still appears to be fine
But she’s a zombie to herself
She is determined to make the best of it
I will do everything to help myself.