The Person Inside of Me
I guess I'm not important.
I guess I'm not that great.
Some people say I'm wonderful,
I look at them with hate.
I try really hard to believe them,
But their true colors always shine.
One minute I am fantastic,
The next minute they are blind.
They are blind to all my goodness,
My generosity and my heart.
I am one of the realest people,
That's what sets us apart.
Many people don't understand me.
It's sad they're missing out.
They would see all of my kindness,
That's what I am all about.
As Jesus said, "Forgive them Lord"
"They know not what they do".
They may not know they are hurting me,
It's very sad, but very true.
I do not wish any harm on them,
I just don't know what they think.
What is it that makes me so horrible?
My heart's beginning to sink.
How do I explain myself?
How do I get them to see?
To see the wonderful person,
The person inside of me.
Such fake smiles and kisses.
I see them look with phoniness.
I try not to give it back to them,
They should only know my loneliness.
Maybe I am neurotic and scared.
Maybe I come across wrong.
But it's the opposite of what they're thinking.
How do I stop my feelings from being so strong?
They think I'm bossy and pushy.
They think I stand too tall.
But in reality I am weak at heart.
They just don't know me at all.
My smiles are a cover up.
I am not happy with how I act.
I am trying my hardest right now.
More than I ever have in fact.
So how do I explain myself?
How do I get them to see?
See the wonderful person,
That person inside of me........
Copyright © Angela Carpenito | Year Posted 2009
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