This Is It
If I could look at my life
As someone new
What would I see
And what would I do.
Would I cry at the pain
Or cringe at the suffering
Would I stand there in vain
Not accepting the things I see?
Would I step in
And help that poor girl
The one thats will never fit in,
When the pain is so clearly shown.
It's on her face
And in her eyes
Yet can you see her face?
The way she tries to hide?
She will laugh and she will smile
But in her eyes there is,
Self loathing in a pile,
Maybe a heap.
But I can't look at my life
As someone new
Because Im busy hiding my life,
And this is it..
