WASN'T I?

"WASN'T I?"

Wasn't I a whipping boy,
back when I was small and voiceless?
Wasn't I a sinner in your self-righteous eyes,
infecting the collective like a plague?
I stood in silence, desperately looking for a friend.
I wept in loneliness; ashamed of whom I was in your eyes.

Years pass, to this day I still feel abandoned at times.
Some days I bring myself from victim to survivor.
I still search for an element within that will help me forgive.
But how do I forgive, what has gone away?

Memories still haunt me, and bitterness embraces me.
I've tried to let go, I've tried to let it die, but it clings to me.
I've wept till the tears ran dry, and still, you didn't care, no one did.
Why would you care now?

Wasn't I the something that could have been?
Wasn't I someone with feelings, and ideas?
Wasn't I the one who stayed true to myself even when you lied?
COPYRIGHT 2004: MATT THOMPSON