You curtail each silent sentence
And deplore my invisible tears,
Or regard me as translucent--
Like I'm not even here.
I don't know why, but there's a wall between us all.
So if you can even see,
You can't begin
To condescend
Or even think to judge me.
My life is lived within a box--
I'm cramped and trapped within.
These aching limbs just want to be Free
Of useless restrictions
And things that keep me from being Me.
I dream of black and white--
Not ambiguous shades of gray.
Where everything makes sense
And nothing's unexplained.
I'm emerging from the curtain of
My deepest hopes and dreams,
Hoping one day I can learn
How to sew the seams.
If only I could learn to break
From the whispers of my doubt
And remove barriers
And all the things
That keep me from getting out.
I don't understand why you don't Understand
Who I really am,
Or why you don't care to see
All that I can really be,
Or all the potential
That radiates from me.
Because I know who I am, and I'm
Dying for the world to know
That I'm trying to show
My true colors.