What will it take to show you who I truly am?
I am not a a happy go lucky girl playing a game
I have a scarred brain with gruesome thoughts and foreign names
I don't have many friends just the few that I need
I am grateful for what I have and am not full of greed
But I may never be content with my place
In this god damn forsaken race
The people I love could prod and poke
Good emotions they try to evoke
But the truth is I am okay
In my own screwed up, twisted kind of way
And for now I am trying to stay put
Behind everyone by just a foot
Instead of falling back
Without anyone's help and without slack
I'll stay one step ahead and one step in back
