Good Enough

Will you ever really see me?

Will you ever really know?

And is it so important?
Am I worth the thought it took?

I guess it’s maybe foolish

That I want it to be so.

After all, I’m just a girl.

Just “someone” passing by.

We smile, we say hello, and part.

I’m nobody to you.

And is that what it should be? That

I am just another face?

A face, a smile, another person

Searching for what’s real. We live, we die

We go about our lives.

Our paths don’t cross.

And so why should I care when words of hatred tear my heart.

And why should I feel pain when you don’t care I fall apart.

And why should I take notice if your hands should strike my face?

And why should you take notice, if I leave this earthly place?

So when you lie, and tear me down, your words like knives, cut through my heart.

Why should I care? Why should I feel? It’s all a waste of time.

Change this, change that, change something else. God why I have to change?

Why can’t I stay? Just stay the same? Am I not good enough?

I cause you trouble, pain, and tears;

you laugh at me; you scorn my fears.

But does your hatred represent a truth or just a myth?

And should I change to be this way, or suffer in your wrath?

I know I’m not the smartest person that has ever lived,

I don’t have money, looks, or fame. I’ve lived a normal life.

Shut out from you, away from you, I’ve made my way alone.

So who am I to think that I can change the world that scorns?

I gave my heart:

You drained me dry.

I gave my trust:

You left me cold.

You took my soul.

I never cried.

You made me bleed.

I didn’t die…

(But how I wish I had.)

My fears, you mocked.

My tears? denied.

I wanted out:

You made me cry.

I said I’m scared:

You forced your will.

I said I will;

You didn’t care.

I’m just another person, true, I’m just another girl.

Black hair, green eyes, a crooked smile: I’m nobody to you.

My heart was plastic, nothing real.

My tears you never saw.

My pain, the misery of hate…

Why is it that I care when I am nobody at all?