She hates waking up in cold sweat
Hot sweat is no better
She hates wondering if she should wash her hair when she showers
Because then she'd have to take this wig off and reveal what's under
Mirrors all around me but not a reflection in sight
She never takes the chance to look once, never twice
A whole smile, placed in front of a broken soul
On a quest to mend this hole
That steadily grows and dies
But she continues to smile with teary eyes
Take a breath
Take a step forward
Ignore the voices that have always held her over
And eventually realized that the only person that really was
Pushing all of this heat
Was her own persona