What is she really?

She seems so strong,

But maybe she spent all night crying.

She acts like nothing's wrong,

But maybe she's good at lying.

She's always hiding what she feels,

But inside she is numb.

Everything seems too real,

And she tells herself she's dumb.

She feels like she's trapped,

A bird hitting walls of glass.

Feels the sting of an emotional slap,

Yet she still shows she got class.

Sometimes it's like she's drowning,

The darkness is closing in.

Inside her anger is howling,

And she knows that she can't win.

She writes and she sings,

As a way to forget.

So she won't think about the things,

That she's come to truly regret...