Transcript: Visual Portrait - Gagan | Nov 12, 2017

On a black slate, a caption reads "Visual Portrait City."

The caption changes to "Gagan."

Gagan is in her late teens, with long curly brown hair. She wears glasses, jeans, a white turtleneck sweater, a blue jacket and a printed brown scarf.

She stands outside, looking at trees
She says EVERYONE HAS SEEN THE GOOD
AND BAD OF THEIR LIVES,
THE LOVE AND THE HATE.
NOW MANY CAN GO ON WITH
THEIR LIFE AND SAY
THEY'VE ONLY EXPERIENCED
HAPPINESS AND THAT ALL
THE DAYS THEY'VE LIVED
NONE'S HELD SOME HEARTACHE.
EVERYONE HAS HAD DAYS
WHERE THEIR SMILE IS BURSTING
AND FILLING THE
ROOM WITH LIGHT.
DAYS WHERE THEY HAVE TO
TAKE A LOOK AT THE GROUND
AND TO MAKE SURE THE
FLOOR IS STILL THERE
BECAUSE, HONESTLY, THEY
MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN
WALKING ON AIR.
DAYS WHERE YOU LOOK
LIKE AN IDIOT,
THROWING YOUR HEAD BACK AND
LETTING OUT THE BIGGEST LAUGH
THAT RUMBLES THE WORLD.
THERE ARE GOOD
DAYS LIKE THIS,
BUT THERE'S ALSO BAD.
THE DAYS WHERE YOU
CURL UP IN YOUR SHEETS
WISHING THE SUN WON'T
RISE SO YOU CAN STAY
IN THE DARK AND NEVER HAVE
TO FACE THE LIGHT AGAIN.
DAYS WHERE YOU PRESS
YOUR HANDS TO YOUR EYES,
NOT BECAUSE OF THE DUST,
LIKE YOU SAY, BUT SO
NO ONE CAN SEE THE TEARS
OH SO READY TO FALL.
DAYS WHERE YOU STUTTER
OFTEN "I'M FINE"
TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS
BECAUSE THEY CAN SEE
BEHIND THE MASK YOU'RE
TRYING TO HARD TO KEEP UP.
THERE ARE DAYS
JUST LIKE THIS,
ALL THESE DAYS THOUGH TEACH YOU
WHAT LOVE AND HATE EXACTLY IS.
I LEARNED WHAT HATE
WAS WHEN I WAS 13.
I LEARNED THAT HATE WAS
THE ACNE DOTTING MY FACE
THAT WOULD REMAIN NO
MATTER WHAT I APPLIED.
THAT HATE WAS THE WAY MY
STOMACH WASN'T AS FLAT
LIKE ALL THE
OTHER GIRLS
AND THAT HATE WAS WHEN
I REALIZED I COULDN'T BE
LIKE ALL THE
OTHER GIRLS.
THAT HATE WAS FEELING
YOUR HEART DROP
WHEN ASKED A QUESTION
IN CLASS BECAUSE NOW
EVERYONE COULD SEE YOU
IS ALL YOU THOUGHT.
HATE WAS WHEN I TRIED
SO HARD TO HIDE IT ALL
WITH A SMILE AND
A BULKY SWEATER.
THAT HATE WAS WHEN I KEPT
MY EYES ON THE BLUE TILES
ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR
BECAUSE LOOKING INTO
THE MIRROR WAS
TOO DIFFICULT.
THAT HATE WAS THE
SELF-INFLICTED SCARS
THAT LITTERED MY BODY.
I LEARNED THAT HATE IS
WHAT I FELT ABOUT MYSELF.
BUT THEN I LEARNED
WHAT LOVE WAS.
I LEARNED THAT LOVE WAS
AGING AND HOW THE ACNE
FADED AWAY
FROM MY SKIN.
THAT LOVE WAS MY
BODY'S PERFECT,
NO MATTER HOW IT LOOKS.
THAT LOVE WAS I DON'T NEED
TO BE LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS
BECAUSE I'M PRETTY
AWESOME AT BEING ME.
THAT LOVE WAS HOW THE
NATURAL SMILE FILLS UP
MY FACE NOW.
THAT LOVE IS SMILING
AT MY REFLECTION BECAUSE
I DO LOOK GOOD TODAY.
AT 13 I LEARNED
WHAT HATE WAS.
I LEARNED WHAT
BAD DAYS WERE.
BUT NOW AT 19 I
KNOW WHAT LOVE IS.
AND I KNOW WHAT
GOOD DAYS ARE.
I'LL NEVER
FORGET THE HATE,
BUT I WILL CONTINUE
TO CHERISH THE LOVE.

The caption "Visual Portrait City" appears again.

The caption changes to "Music: Slow Motion – Bensound.com."

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