I don't know why.
I don't know what's happening.
Why is it there—
that feeling inside me?

It’s like I’m burning alive
but no one sees,
no one knows.

Everyone thinks I’m the happy girl,
the free girl,
the one who’s always laughing.
But they don’t know
what’s really going on inside.

I can feel her—
the happy girl.
I can see her—
the extroverted girl.
Everyone can.

But I wonder:
Do you see her?
The real girl.

The girl burning like the sun.
The girl who has everything
and is still falling apart.

She’s perfect.
She’s brave.
She’s pretty.
She has everything...

And yet—
something’s missing.
Something she doesn’t even know
how to name.

The panic is there.
No one knows.
No one sees.
No one cares.

Maybe she talks too much—
but inside, she’s quiet.
Empty.

She doesn’t know
why she even exists.
And without knowing why,
she starts to hate herself.

She knows her life is perfect.
And she hates herself
for feeling like this.

Feeling like this
even though she has everything.
Even though everything’s fine—
she still wants to disappear.

Sometimes,
she wishes something bad would happen
just so there’d be a reason
for the pain.

The stomach aches.
The heat rising in her chest.
The trembling hands.
The sweat.
The breath she can’t slow down.

The worst part is:
She doesn’t know why.

And no one else does either.