She’s inside, looking out through her walls

There in the eye of the hurricane

Helpless to what’s happening

A little girl, incomplete

She’s becoming those walls

Thick and concrete

No one can see in

Not even me

I don’t know who that girl is

What she wants, needs

I see her beating on those walls

Trying to break free

Her hands are bleeding

They won’t let her be

They scream "On with the show!"

The curtain is coming up

Somehow she goes on

A smile on her face

She’s a puppet in the play

She knows all of the steps

All of the right things to say

They applaud, adoring her

Wishing she was theirs

She wishes they could see

They’re suffocating her

Killing me

I tell her to be what they want

Show them what they want to see

Keep us hidden

She cries "Why are you doing this to me?"

I am the murderer and the victim

I lock her in tight

I throw away the key

She is a prisoner inside me

I have ignored her cries

She lies in defeat

In her pretty white dress

With smudges on her cheeks

She no longer cries

No longer speaks

She’s become these walls

Thick and concrete

Her beautiful smile

Her happiness

Is now just a dream

A dream no one will ever see