There is a part of me that is hidden.
She hides in the dark, watching every move I make
she notes my actions on a scrap of paper and points them out to me in the dark.
she laughs and says “stupid girl, you should be the one hidden”
The next day I try again, but the cycle repeats.
Everything’s the same, and at night she points out my shame.
“You just don’t belong.” she laughs and no one proves her wrong.
I can’t shake her, no matter how hard I try
it doesn’t really matter in the end, it all comes back around again.
Eventually, what will be will be and there’s nothing I can say
She’ll be hidden forever, if I had my way
She laughs at my ideas, “You can never win.”
Through the fog of tomorrow, I start again and the cycle’s repeated.
I keep up the fight, I don’t want to be hidden
I don’t want to be her.
She laughs and says “You already are.”