All I saw was misery in her eyes,
all of the sorrow and heartache, I could feel those vibes whenever she was near.
She always with family, but always was isolated and would hide in her bedroom.
She always has been suffering in silence, no matter how much happy times she experience.
This girl is me.
I look into the mirror, and I do not see beauty, I just see what my brain potrayed me as.
I'm nothing but a glitch in the Matrix.
I am who I am.
I am chosen.
I am one.
