Looking In
WhenI look back, it seems like I spent most of my life pleasing others. Trying to fit in.
When really deep inside I was a stranger.
Outside looking in.
I was always picking up the peices for others. When it seemed like I needed a hand. No one
was around.
When really deep inside I was a stranger.
Outside looking in.
Copyright © Yasmin Ilahi | Year Posted 2009
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