I saw the inside,
the real you.
I only saw it once,
and it was only a glance,
but it was there,
and it was real.
Now I only wish,
that you could see the real me.
The inside,
but you only see the outside.
You only hear what I say,
not what I mean.
You only see what I look like
not what I feel like.
If only you could see the real me.
If only you could know.
Only then would you understand,
what its like to be me.
