The me you know isn't real.

She's what society thinks is fucking appoprioate

     Nice, 

     Sweet

     Honest

     Proper

But what I am is the dream

    Loud

   Out spoken

   Weird

   Depressed

In reality I am what they called a bastard, but in a dream I am the daughter of the king and queen. Do you see my dream or your reality

So is what I am the dream or is what peopel imagine me to be the dream