You see me, I look alive
but inside I am dead,
You are with me
but not inside my head.
You hear me talk
but you don’t hear my real voice,
Is that my fault ? Or your choice ?
You can touch me
i feel real
But my invisible walls
are made of steel.
I sit and I watch
the little girl I used to be
Once so innocent
once so free
That is long gone
i’m now searching
for a place to belong
Don’t touch me here
don’t touch me there
Just don’t touch me anywhere
I am a worthless freak
I try to portray i’m strong
but I’m so weak
I make a wish each night
as I slip into the darkness
and turn off the light
I lay in bed trying to sleep
I feel so small
I feel so weak
I silently close my eyes
and I pray
That I don’t wake
to see another day
I’m sure no one would miss me
no one would care
This pain inside
just gets too much to bare
I can’t remember when
this sadness started
But I want to know
when it will end
I can’t remember when
I was truely happy
I only know that
I have learned to pretend
I hide my true self away
in the shadows
While I serach for the light
I make sure no one sees the real me
it is kept out of sight
For my fear is so great that
no one would understand or listen
So I walk alone
always trying to find what is missing …
© Many Masks 2002