Through the walls and past the mirrors stands a girl who is strong with her eyes fille with fired her soul is weak but you would never know detailed with passion a definition ofher heart words filled with reget her dream to write pieces of no meaning nothing they could understand how to explain write of happiness when all my stories are sad so hard to tell my expression my speech stuttering my hand skakey my heart beating fast loosing sleep from stress i want to give it up let go of the never existed step up to the plate but how do you know me.