untitled...march 17, 2005

Here I am again
Talking to myself
Telling me I'm flawed
Telling me to change
All the things I'm not
Are what I want to be

Standing on quick sand
No way to escape
There is no hope
No one to see the sadness in my eyes
No one to read the blue between the lines
No one to hold me when I cry

Underneath this mask
I'm hiding who I am