You look at me and see a girl,
who has never been put outside her own world.
There is more to me than you know,
it’s there deep within my soul.
You only know the me your eyes let you see.
You know nothing about my past and how it used to be.
Look at me from the inside out.
Get to know me and what I’m all about.
The pain, anger and fear I will no longer hide,
if you take the time to look at me from the inside.
Somewhere within...the teardrops linger...lost. Exhausted time and energy...forcing them to hide...beneath anger and disgust. A soul unadorned and exposed...now...right here...for all to be shown. With each line and every rhyme, unshed tears they will find.
Wednesday, May 27, 1998
Challenge
So many obstacles stand tall,
in our way of having it all.
So many problems stand strong,
in our way of being everything but wrong.
All I want is to be happy with you,
but the perplexity won’t let me through.
I love you with all my heart,
but it seems as if destiny has set us apart.
The challenge to be together is incredible,
I just hope it is not inevitable.
Wednesday, May 20, 1998
High School Girls
I went to a party, I was drinking.
I made a mistake, I wasn't thinking.
I made a mistake, I wasn't thinking.
Two guys, one night.
One was wrong, one was right.
One was wrong, one was right.
I lost my self-respect and felt so low.
I didn't want anyone to know.
I didn't want anyone to know.
But of course when I got to school,
just about everyone knew.
just about everyone knew.
My friends all looked at me differently.
People who didn't know me, knew me.
People who didn't know me, knew me.
I heard them talking,
I kept walking.
I kept walking.
I saw them stare,
I acted as if I didn't care.
I acted as if I didn't care.
In reality I was dying.
On the inside I was crying.
On the inside I was crying.
I got myself into one bad situation,
and now I've got a reputation.
and now I've got a reputation.
How much I wish that night would have never taken place,
or at least from my mind, could be erased.
or at least from my mind, could be erased.
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