Written on Behalf of Those in Our World Who Feel They Aren't Enough--You Know Who You Are
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?