The underestimation, of a woman with this face...
Looking in the mirror, I see her in tears
Because she is constantly afraid of her fears
Because her past is a hindrance, sometimes she spits out this negative energy
Dwelling on old animosity, keeps her in agony
Only dwelling because her past plays a major roll in her present, and future
She just wants to be, but doesn’t know what she wants to be
As vivid as they say the colors are, sometimes it's still hard to see... Her-Own-Beauty....
Her life often becomes a distortion, because it's hard to make sort of...
Where to go next, from the things that are occurring, from the things that are important
Lost in this world, with no mother to guide her, it’s like she took her pride with her
Wondering if her mother hears her cries, or if her prayers ever even reach the sky
Sometimes she just wants to fly...away, to a whole new place
Where her dreams become reality and she can achieve equal to her mentality
She keeps the way she feels all bottled up inside, which creates an irritating vibe, and puts a limp in her stride...
With so much on her mind she just wants to tell somebody....
But she knows that secrets are best kept inside...because she doesn’t want to be... criticized...