It chills my soul to think
That no one sees past my words.
How else can I convey my thoughts,
My feelings, my needs?
"Oh, people", cries my heart, "why can't you hear?"
But silent my words fall.

I am an empty person, living two lives;
One for them, one for me.
I hurt on the inside but people see not.
They nod and smile. "She's got it made."
But maybe by their blindness
They are the ones that are trapped and bound,
Not I.
Perhaps I am the one that's free.
I see what I am
And not what I seem.