She likes to sing when no one's around to listen.
She secretly likes to dance around in the kitchen.

She belongs to no one but herself.
The relationships she's been in, put her through hell.

She only speaks her feelings and thoughts through poetry. Afraid of someone seeing what she doesn't want them to see.

Her mind races all the time.
If anyone were to ask, she'd just say she's fine.

She doesn't know what it is she wants.
She constantly lives in her past of haunts.

She keeps looking for a place that feels like home.
What that feeling must be like, she doesn't know.

The accuracy ..