I move through the masses
and see me through your glasses
as ist sparkles and shines
that caleidoscope of mine
which is all I let you see
to hide the empty shell of me
And I try with all my might
to see what you could possibly like
Is it my ability to bend
which makes me the perfect friend...
Understanding evades
what you could love in those shades
Is it the skillfull way I wear my smile?
to learn to let that go might take a while...
To keep them from hurting me even more
I tried so hard to hide my core
leaving a shadow without substance
that walks behind who you think I am
What you see...
It's you, not me...
-Ich-
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