If you saw me on the street
Would you walk over and acknowledge me?
Would you see me for who I am
And still want to take my hand?
I am not perfect, nor do I try to be
For what you get is what you see.
I am not a woman of giltz and glamour
I am not famous
I don't have any hidden power.
I am merely a mortal placed on this earth
Why I am here, I will never understand this curse.
I never asked to be born
Maybe this is why my heart is full of scorn.
I feel nothing but hatred for those who cross my path
They all seem to look at me and laugh.
I am different, that I will admit.
I am not like others, I have my own style, one that I fit.
I spent alot of years of my life trying to be someone I was not.
Inside I felt trapped, I was living in a box.
Before you now is the woman I have become
Strong and expressive, the old me I have overcome.
I have all I need but one thing is missing
The final piece to the puzzle of the life I am building
Something that will brighten the darkeness of my soul.
To fill my heart and make me whole.
Eternal love is what I seek.
I long to embrase it, to let it inside of me.
But what if it grows old and weakens with time?
What if love is something I will never find?
Sindel 1998 (c)
Reason for writing:
Self explanitory
Birth sign: Not entered
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