Summery haze and painted nails, Tinted shirts with baby blue popsicle stains, My reflection stares at me from the flowing water of the stream.
Hands are shaking, heart is breaking, Who I see is not who I truly am. But who am I really?
Different masks for different people, Trying to please everyone was an habit that turned lethal, I eventually lost who I used to be.
Wipe the tears rolling down your cheeks, Follow the road your heart desperately seeks. Get on your feet and find yourself. Again.