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My own interpretation of Isabella - her song if I was the one writing the lyrics -- You see me as perfect, flawless and fair But that's only because imperfections would cause you all to stare You see this smile and assume its authenticity But beneath it all, the beauty is what imprisons me I glow on the outside but beneath, I'm shrouded in black My worth is wrapped up in femininity, but freedom's what I want but lack All I want is to create what's in my heart No more pink, no more frills, that's where I'd start You stare at me in disbelief Realizing you never really knew anything about me Blinded by my grace and utter beauty -- Would abuela still love me or would she find my truth to be ugly? Would anyone understand The prison that they've trapped me in I'll never get to know how much I can do Because they stop me before I can even begin Do you understand the pressure of smiling through the tears Never a hair out of place -- can someone please get me out of here? Please let me