When?

I'm not a perfect little girl, I've had my share and more.
Don't you see what you do, everytime you close that door.
My face falls to my pillow, my eyes cry angel tears.
No one but God alone, knows my many fears.
I am a being, living in a world full of sin.
But no one truly realizes, the girl I am within.
I try so hard to please the world, and keep a smile on my face.
But when will people realize, where I am is not my place.
I mask myself, in a hooded black disguise.
But when will my voice be heard, when will I rise.
When will the world begin to know, my many views and thoughts.
When will they lend their ears, to the faith which they forgot.
When?