Today I stare at myself in the mirror,
And wonder how long it would take,
To start off slicing the flesh from my body,
Till I see a girl I no longer hate.
How long before I lose whats mine,
Into simply a mask of skin and bone?
Staring as a fire burns through the windows,
Of a place I once thought was home.
How long before I'm lost in a crowd,
Never wanting to be found?
Forever searching for a place to hide,
Or a drop of water in an empty well to drown.
Some girls get dreamt of every second,
And coloured like stones in a running stream,
But what if I'm the pebble lying at the bottom,
Will I never be the girl in someone's dreams?
What if all I'm looking for, is a trail to follow,
What if all I crave is a hand to hold?
A place to head for, when I lose my way,
Or a face to know I've made it home.
