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I made her up on a lonely night

Soft light, screen glow, fading fight

She had grace I could never touch

Said the words I’d choke too much

She walked like she knew the ending

Flawless smile, no need for mending

She didn’t flinch when it got hard

I wrote her pain into pretty art

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She laughed like she had no fears

Perfect life with filtered tears

And I played pretend so well

I forgot I was in hell

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But she made me feel alive

Like I was worth the dream, the fight

She was the girl I wanted to be

The brave, the bold, the finally free

I wrote her story like a prayer

Changed the plot when I got scared

But I know deep down what’s real

She’s not me —

But I’m still here, and I still feel

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She danced in rooms I wouldn’t enter

Had boys and crowds that would remember

She never cried when no one stayed

I gave her wings while mine decayed

She said all the right replies

Didn’t care if people lied

But I bled behind that face

Wishing I could take her place

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I miss her when I’m breaking

But I know she’s just escaping

A paper soul with hollow light

While I’m still standing in the fight

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Yeah, she made me feel alive

Like I was glowing through the night

But she was fiction in disguise

And I’m the truth behind the lies

I wrote her perfect just for show

But I’m the one who had to grow

She’s not real — but I am

So I’ll rise again, as I am

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She was made to be adored

But I’m the one who’s being restored

And maybe I don’t shine as bright

But I’m still worthy of the light

She was me —

But I’m finally free.