Myself in actuality is not what people see.
I'm no pretty face walking down the street,
I'm no dainty damsel you care to meet.
I am a woman dressed in courage, living in the moment.
Myself in actuality is an artist,
Snapping pictures of the trees,
Refrencing them to have deeper meanings.
I am a photographer, wandering alone.
Myself in actuality is a teenager,
With acne and scars to prove,
With a story and a lot to lose.
I am a girl with a past, a present, and a future.
Myself in actuality is a daughter of the King.
Royal and sanctified,
Blessed and crucified,
Because that was the death I deserved to die.
Myself in actuality is a guarded teenager.
A past of turmoil and abuse,
A life so secret and short-lived youth.
I am a survivor.