Personal Prison
Never confident in my skin
Thinking of who I could have been
Tried to blend into the scene
To be a prop, a little thing
Hiding from the judgment and hate
Worried even about the things I ate
To hide from judgment of whom you are
To lock yourself behind your bars
Now I see the belief in the real me
My opportunities are as vast as the sea
Never again will I hide my talent
Ready to see after my absence
Never confident in my skin
Thinking of who I could have been
Tried to blend into the scene
To be a prop, a little thing
Hiding from the judgment and hate
Worried even about the things I ate
To hide from judgment of whom you are
To lock yourself behind your bars
Now I see the belief in the real me
My opportunities are as vast as the sea
Never again will I hide my talent
Ready to see after my absence
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