If only you could see who I still am on the inside
And not the outside
You'd realize how horrible I am
You'd see the things I think
You'd see the ones I shouldn't miss
What am I to you?
You're on a long drive and I'm the rain on your windshield
I'm just the blur in your vision
YOU ARE READING
•existence
Espiritual//a series of life writings// some based on one person, some based on another, some on non existant people
