I'm a ghost to the world, 
Torturing those who tortured me.
My face they remember,
But my soul they could never see.

My feelings were kept away.
Hidden in a secret place.
Afraid to let my feelings show,
So I kept a fake smile on my face.

My body's signals and movements,
Were not ones made by me.
They were made by the the fake person, 
Who's soul no one could see.

I need some mental help,
That comes with good advice.
To help me get the truth out,
And to stop the hideous lies.

The fake person needs to go away,
And take a different soul.
With that fake person here,
My body could never be whole.

There's a piece of me missing, 
That needs to be brought back.
It's the real me I feel,
My body is beginning to lack.

Together we can do this.
We can push the fake person away.
If we can make a breakthrough,
Then the real person will always stay.