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I find myself in the dark, where I've always been.
Yet I cant help but think, will I ever belong?
Will these feelings always be this strong?
I contemplate will things ever change?
Yet knowing everything will stay the same.

I look through a looking glass, but cant help to see the girl I desperately want to be.
She sees the pain, sorrow and the lies in my eyes. Everything I try to hide.
I see a different world, time, & place. Wishing I was there instead.
Not the ghost of a shell of who I'm really meant to be.

The expression of the other side of me is pleading, wanting me to see.
Wanting me to be the real me. people say its what's inside that counts,
Yet I'm being judged for what they see on the out.

I see myself as different, not wanting to be the same,
But knowing I cant be accepted in no other way.
Hiding and pleading, things will change, But crying and suffering,
knowing nothing & no one can make these feelings go away.

Keeping silent is my specialty, with a script in hand
& a smile on my face, noticing how no one even
Chances a second glance through my wearying face.

This mask that has protected my feelings for others to see.
Yet masking the pain, and tears that come up everyday.

Hoping someone will take the time to break through these walls and this mask, to be that one special person, who will want to see the real & true me.