You Don't Know

You don’t know what it’s like

To be afraid of your reflection

Day after day.

You don’t know what it’s like

To feel worthless and used

Though, they expect perfection.

You don’t know what it’s like

To wake up and wish you were dreaming

Instead of living your nightmare called life.

You don’t know what it’s like

To want something so far out of reach

The thought of it just turns to ashes.

And you don’t know what it’s like

To be in a crowd

And feel alone.

You don’t know how it feels

To be your own arch enemy

And best friend.

You don’t know what it’s like

To have a song in your heart

But no voice to sing aloud.

You don’t know how it feels

To have no one to turn to

Or to walk away from.

You don’t know what it’s like

To paint a portrait

And never get the right shade.

No.

You don’t know what it’s like

To be me.