It's like catching sand...

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On the outside looking in.

They see me face, but that's just it. They don't know who I am.

I never tried to understand why I could never win.

I never cared before about the windows and the doors,

That kept me locked out of my own home.

Memories I could no longer own.

They didn't see me and I didn't know.

I lasted just as long as summer warm snow.

With an empty pit and a lonely soul,

My eyes wandered 'round my old hiding hole.

And there I stayed wrapped in my shell.

And there I caved in all by myself,

And this moment in time, I sit and watch them pass by.

They don't understand that this moment I am who I am.

Change my looks or hold my hand,

But as time slips by, so do I, like sand.

It's this beautiful moment I know who I am,

And if you try to catch me, I turn into sand.

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This poem/song (I mean slash-song because I have it in song form in my head and tend to hum the tune) is about me being one person in the beginning, then trying to fit into societies mold, but finally realizing, after a few moments of denial and shame, that I will never be what the infamous 'they' want me to be and I'll never be good enough for anyone. So, I will be myself even when people tend to think that I'm not the way I think I'm supposed to be the perfect student/daughter/friend that they always envisioned me to be. If you've read this far into my rant, you need to get laid because you have too much time on your hands. I'm just joking, don't take that seriously! I'm the one who needs to get laid, but I won't share that bit of information with you. Oh, wait...