A poetic self portrait |
I look in the mirror and I see a girl With a wide-eyed innocent grace The harshest pain she's ever known Is a scar upon her face I look to my left and I see the book In which she scribbled her fears Little she knew as life progressed It was only to provoke tears I look in my mind and I see a woman Who's been forced to grow up too fast She understands all yet understands nothing And cannot remember her past None understand and all pass her by Assuming she's clever and well Seeing only her wise exterior Instead of her empty shell I look in my soul and I see unease That constant pressure brings How having no possible outlet for pain Accumulates mountains of things Beneath those burdens lies the truth Behind a door that's slightly ajar But removing each pain that surrounds that door Is always one heartache too far I desperately try to look in my heart To find what I’ve hidden there But lies upon lies over years of deceit Have left it's chambers bare I remember that little girl's heart was full Full of love and free of care But if you can break through all of my pain There's a place, just for you there |