A peice of me is broken inside.
The weakness is what I am trying to hide.
For years and years, I have been so strong,
I do not want people to know what is wrong.
Make-up and clothing brands are just objects to aid,
Since I am afraid I will be on the other side of their blade.
Nobody really understands
why my true love is dance.
They do not realize that every time I play piano,
the melody is my thoughts that they will never know.
I am misunderstood,
completely, obliviously over-looked.
So why be myself
around people who think I am someone else?
People's ideas of me have been set,
now there are expectations to be met.
I guess its just society playing its part,
but I am too worried to have a new start.
What happens if I ruin it all?
What happens if people see behind this wall?
The strength is yet another facade,
but in the end, you too were fooled by my masquerade.