People can only see
What I portray of me.
A simple girl with a simple life
That couldn't be farther from the truth.
I hide behind not curtains but walls.
Walls so high, so thick, so strong.
It's not on purpose or anything like that
I'm simply a child
That was deprived of a childhood because she had to be the oldest
Deprived of a time to discover myself
Deprived of friendships that should've just stayed mine.
What did I do wrong?
Did I grow up too quickly?
Am I not suppose to be this strong?
I've hurt others from building my walls
What can I do?
Is there anything I can do?
Have I build myself to be someone I'm not?
My walls were to protect me.
From others seeing who I am.
Scared, Defenseless, Broken, Lost.
That's who I am.
But my walls give me a leader.
Someone who can fight wars and lead to victory.
Is that even me?
Am I even me?
I don't even know anymore.