you don't know me, no one does, you all have this fantasy about what and who you think I am, well i'm not that person. outside i put on this fake smile, this fake personality, it's not me, it never will be. inside i'm dying, breaking down, at night when no one hears, i lie in bed and cry. why do i feel like this? i don't know. i try to explain how i feel, but you don't understand. you don't know me. no one does.
Why must everyone be so perfect? So skinny and so pretty, so stereotyped And so FAKE Why must everyone have to have the perfect identity and figure to be beautiful? Why does this world have this one image we should all be? Sheep aren't beautiful Image hunters aren't pretty People who are exactly the same aren't interesting Beautiful people are people who embrace who they really are and can see beyond looks Peoples image comes from their heart - from the truth And interesting people are individuals with real things to say and beliefs of their own