You cannot hide the soul.

Those that don't got it, can't show it. Those that got it, can't hide it.

There are some things you can't cover up with lipstick and powder.

The hurt you carry darkens what you see.

This is the reality of living in my body: I am trapped in a cage. The frustrating thing about cages is that you’re trapped but you can see exactly what you want. You can reach out from the cage, but only so far.

I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.

Grips slipped. Hers had from every surface. She's shaped nothing after all, only been crushed and reshaped. No wonder she felt for the brownstones, the cripples, now filling chaotically with no regard for her plan.

She's letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble.

And the truth must finally lie in that which every oppressed individual feels within himself but hasn't the courage to express

Sometimes people try to expose what's wrong with you, because they can't handle what's right about you.

You might not have more courage, but you should be ashamed to show less.

But you can't stay in the dark for so long. Something inside of you starts to fade and you become like a starving person, crazy-hungry for light.

<i>But there are harder things than being invisible,</i> it said.

No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.