Perception
Maybe, I won't like it,
Getting back to the basics,
Rewinding to a simpler time,
But, I won't hate it either.
And I'll never know until I try.
I have to let go if I want to fly,
And I -- I want to fly,
Soar,
Rise up from these ashes,
Become someone more
Than this.
This pitiful,
Worthless,
Mess.
That is what I am...
Right?
That is how you look at me.
Wasting away,
Waiting for someday
When all of my world's
Kinks,
Cracks, and
Flaws
Will be
Straightened out,
Filled,
And once again,
Perfected.
Because, they once were perfect.
At one time, I was good.
I was decent.
I was happy.
And they liked that,
And I, in turn, liked it because,
It put a smile on their faces.
I reached up to touch my lips,
And wondered at their
Awkward, turned up form.
I reach up to touch my eyes,
And see the tears
That they, now, have formed.
"What ever happened to that
Innocent, little girl?"
They ask.
"She's still here,
I can feel her."
I tell them.
"Just waiting...
Just waiting
To break out."
I look at my reflection,
And I try desperately
To find myself
In those eyes,
Lined black.
And that's when I see it:
H-O-P-E
And a sudden spark of
Realization,
Comfort, and
Warmth.
I smile and watch my lips
Turn up into that
Awkwardly, familiar form.
And I know,
I haven't really changed.
I look different,
Yes,
I grew.
And, maybe, I leared about
Some new things,
Good and bad,
But, knowledge is power,
Right?
Maybe, now, I'm more
Open minded,
Because, now,
I have a mind of my own and
Don't have to share the space with them,
Anymore.
But my heart,
It's still
In the same place
It's always been.
And my dreams,
My aspirations
They're still big,
And they're still up there
In the sky,
Near the horizon.
My morals
Are still the same.
I haven't changed.
Only, the way they
See me has.
Getting back to the basics,
Rewinding to a simpler time,
But, I won't hate it either.
And I'll never know until I try.
I have to let go if I want to fly,
And I -- I want to fly,
Soar,
Rise up from these ashes,
Become someone more
Than this.
This pitiful,
Worthless,
Mess.
That is what I am...
Right?
That is how you look at me.
Wasting away,
Waiting for someday
When all of my world's
Kinks,
Cracks, and
Flaws
Will be
Straightened out,
Filled,
And once again,
Perfected.
Because, they once were perfect.
At one time, I was good.
I was decent.
I was happy.
And they liked that,
And I, in turn, liked it because,
It put a smile on their faces.
I reached up to touch my lips,
And wondered at their
Awkward, turned up form.
I reach up to touch my eyes,
And see the tears
That they, now, have formed.
"What ever happened to that
Innocent, little girl?"
They ask.
"She's still here,
I can feel her."
I tell them.
"Just waiting...
Just waiting
To break out."
I look at my reflection,
And I try desperately
To find myself
In those eyes,
Lined black.
And that's when I see it:
H-O-P-E
And a sudden spark of
Realization,
Comfort, and
Warmth.
I smile and watch my lips
Turn up into that
Awkwardly, familiar form.
And I know,
I haven't really changed.
I look different,
Yes,
I grew.
And, maybe, I leared about
Some new things,
Good and bad,
But, knowledge is power,
Right?
Maybe, now, I'm more
Open minded,
Because, now,
I have a mind of my own and
Don't have to share the space with them,
Anymore.
But my heart,
It's still
In the same place
It's always been.
And my dreams,
My aspirations
They're still big,
And they're still up there
In the sky,
Near the horizon.
My morals
Are still the same.
I haven't changed.
Only, the way they
See me has.