Taboo

You all think that I'm the one
Who should be helping you
You all think I've got life figured out
That I would never be taboo

You all think that I am perfect
Reaching for the stars
But really I've got issues
And they are leaving scars

You all think that I am independent
That I don't need a helping hand
But my world sinks beneath me
As if it is made out of sand

You've seen something sad
When you look into my eyes
But you can't figure what it is
You can't identify

You figure that it's nothing
A gleam from a light
But you're wrong it's really there
It's the reason that I write

You'll simply look it over
It's something you can't undertsand
You'll think of me the same
You'll see me as a helping hand

But I can't help you all
I can't always be your ideal
I've got worse problems of my own
There's so much that I conceal