I wish that they would see me for who I am,
Not as the face showing on the outside,
I wish that they could see me as a jem,
For what is really me on the inside.
For all is vanity, all is fleeting,
When I am old, my heart will be beating,
When they grow cold and dis-value my life,
Their distance will hurt me, like a knife.
I wish they they would open their eyes and see,
That the person the the outside isn't really me,
Its just a shell, waiting to be broken...
Waiting to show itself and be finally set free.
