No one seems to hear,
When I scream at the top of my lungs.
No one seems to care,
When I break down in tears.


I’m made fun of,
When I express my love.
I’m laughed at,
When I explain what happened.


No one seems to know,
What I feel inside, when I feel it.
No one seems to find me,
Right when I’m needing them the most.


I’m not taken seriously.
I’m frightened by words.
I’m now scared to move.
I’m now scared to tell.
I’m now scared to love, to trust.


I can’t stand the lies,
Can’t stand the hate.
I can’t stand abandonment,
And I feel so alone, in this life of Hell.


Everything’s chosen for me:
What I see,
What I wear,
What I believe,
What I am?


Who I see,
Who I love,
Who I am?


I’m tired of this!
I don’t want to fight anymore.
I don’t want to cry anymore.
I want to be me, myself, and I.


I don’t want to worry or fight.
Now, with makeup streaming down my face,
I sit and write this song, not a clue where I belong.


The funny thing is,
No evidence of all this,
Not a single trace,
To prove of my existence.


I’m so through with this fight.
Someone hear me,
Reach me because I’m done.


I hide this behind a smile,
Never knowing when I can explain,
If anyone is out there,
That wants to listen,
I’ll explain in great detail.


This person can’t just be a person,
Had to be on I can talk to,
Be true to,
Someone who will be on my side,
Or even a side I can be on.


Now look here,
I’m here to talk,
I’m here to listen,
I’m here to care,
I’ll be that person that me, myself and I, are looking for.