I’m a mess of a beautiful portrait
An illustration of what could have been
A collection of stolen secrets
A chest of forgotten dreams
I’m a woman without a cause
A story no one wants to tell
I am images of whispers
Exchanged between heaven and hell
I am a compilation of complications
I contradict my very core
I am death and i am life
Having nothing, but giving more
I am afraid, but i am courageous
I fight away tears of pain
I live as if i was forced to
I am water washed by rain
I am freedom, but i am shackled
I am laughter, but i scream
I am faith while i have lost it
It’s true… i am nothing like i seem
