First Impression need not always be right
This holds true to me
The first thing people think they see me
Is that I am innocent
My friends might not agree though
That I am calm
That I am dumb
The illusion weathers away
The minute I open my mouth
I dont talk much though
Still the perception changes
They think I am talkative
That I am a chatterbox
That I am a devil in disguise
Or stop smiling and read it
Overall people see me as a happy go lucky carefree girl
I honestly do not know if something like that exists
People fail to notice my broken heart
Which is good in one way
Still I wish my friends would sense the confusion beneath me
The trauma and drama playing in my head
The tears which are near seen yet felt
The loniliness in my eyes
They would see me beyond my plastic smile
This holds true to me
The first thing people think they see me
Is that I am innocent
My friends might not agree though
That I am calm
That I am dumb
The illusion weathers away
The minute I open my mouth
I dont talk much though
Still the perception changes
They think I am talkative
That I am a chatterbox
That I am a devil in disguise
Or stop smiling and read it
Overall people see me as a happy go lucky carefree girl
I honestly do not know if something like that exists
People fail to notice my broken heart
Which is good in one way
Still I wish my friends would sense the confusion beneath me
The trauma and drama playing in my head
The tears which are near seen yet felt
The loniliness in my eyes
They would see me beyond my plastic smile
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