Underneath a bed is dust. Dust that piles over time. 

After awhile the dust piles up. The dust just becomes a symbol of never moving on and never cleaning up your past. 

Underneath the Grass, flowers, and trees is dirt. dirt that you dont care about. 

The dirt that hides under the beautiful things that doesnt get reconized unless the rain makes it a nasty mud for people to hate. After awhile its just there and your forget about what grew those beautiful creations. 

Underneath the make up and the clothes is a girl. a girl that wants to hide but is so out there that she feels she cant come in. 

She wants to but shes afriaid that if she does she wont see the light . 

Underneath the girl is a heart and brain. A heart and brain that works. That shes blessed for but society doesnt care. 

Underneath it all , theres hope . That maybe one day she'll clean the dust, understand the dirt the hides behind the beautiful creations, and that she'll one day understand herself and come inside .