Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Looking Under the Hood

You have no idea.
You think you know me, know what I am about
Claim to be my friend. Claim to love me.
Shut me out when times get tough.
Only the good times are worthy
Only the good ones.

You have no idea.
Allowing me to hide, only seeing the outside
The real me, the inside, is so alone
Yearning for someone to listen, to see

Nothing matters, nothing at all
I can do it everything but nothing changes.
Quietly the door opens
Slams shut.

Sometimes I want to hang my accomplishments on the refrigerator
Shout it from the rooftop
NOTICE ME! See my pain.
See how special I am?

You have no idea.
Do not allow me to hide
How can you know me when I don't even know myself?