You face out on the world, with your smile, and your determination
But, inside, you fear what comes next
You will raise your voice, and you will get mad
But, inside, your fear is stronger and louder.
The mirror tells you the truth,
But, inside, you do not want to face it.
Can someone hold my hand?
Not to crush, but to warm? You say.
Someone to hold your hands on those bad days.