The girl who constantly feels that she'd never amount to anything,

The girl who've constantly heard most of her life that she's ugly,

Not talented, doesn't do anything, lazy, struggles her way through a town of thousands of people, hiding her sadness behind a false smile as she tells people to have a good day,

Trying to heal all of her mental scars of her childhood, where people would send fake smiles and say that she was good and then turn and say something else behind her back.

The same girl who've bottled up all of her emotions and sadness and decided to wear a mask and disguise it behind anger and happiness.

Because of the past, the girl is now as fragile as glass, waiting for someone to care for her, to put her back together, to heal her.

The same girl who found relief in something different and even Oriental, seeing how carefree and hard-working they were and wished that she was the same, she dreamed of being one of those girls who shined through blood, sweat, and tears.

She wanted to be as great as that girl who was immensely loved and appreciated by others.

She was a piece of coal who desperately wanted to be a diamond.