you can't see me

march.25.2004

So here it stands again,
I lean in to the right.
Why is this my life,
I hide from other's sight.

The more it starts to sting,
the more I sink inside.
The speed picks up its pace,
and I jump off the ride.

So sick of how I am,
and what I'm forced to be.
So sick of who you are,
and that you can't see me.