They say I've never seen myself;
the way I "should" be seen,
the way the world dictated
my dictionary mean;
they said my eyes should filter;
for me to see what's real,
and my whole mouth be covered;
then shall my worth be sealed;
maybe they better know;
maybe I've just been blind;
maybe they see and feel me more;
when their beliefs abide,
never my eyes,
never my honest flaws,
never my lonely truth,
discarded by their laws;
now my life's rolling,
on their hills;
who's edges scraped
away my skills;
kept rolling over down;
my aimless quickened pace,
somewhere my dreams have never
found,
somewhere so loud their praise;
their screams awakened souls;
their cheers did echo;
on densely crowded mountains,
I can't say hello;
their million words against
my single sigh;
never did mean to theirs;
only on mine.
