Wealth, Beauty, Popularity...
all these doesn't mean a person has the best of a life.
It won't make a person perfect,
nobody is perfect.
And nothing is perfect.
Even a wealthy young beautiful girl can have a tough life,
even a wealthy person can experience money trouble.
Even a beautiful young lady can face off problems with her real self.
Even a girl with perfect-external appearance may experience health or internal problem.
Popularity won't bring you into the world that you really belong.
It won't make you the real you.
Having the appearance of a beauty,
but hiding all it's real emotion in itself.
Forcing many painful smiles,
ended up with tears in a room all alone.
Pouring out every emotion,
screaming out only in the head.
Cutting the bare skin to bleed out the pain.
Stitching up the wound to hide it from the reality.
Saying "I'm fine" when it all really mean "I wanna end my life now".
Looking like a perfect family even though secretly,
it's not even close to perfect.
Pretending everything was just a play,
when everything really is just a running VCR with no stop button.
Maybe everything may seems like it's nothing to a stranger,
but even the tiniest things really matters.
A book's cover may seem attractive but there's nothing but crap in it.
Seemingly perfect doesn't mean it really IS perfect.
