girl in the bathroom paints on her face
covering the spots on her skin
hoping to be like the others
cover it for the mornings
but reminded by the night time
knowingly she changes her looks
unknowingly she changes herself
shimmering colors reflect the lights
perfectly pinched pink cheeks
but her mascara-full lashes smear
and the wings of her eyeliner droop
she knows she'll never be like them
how could she love herself
when everything she sees in the mirror
are the things she hates most
cries as she stares at her reflection
she'll never be like the other girls
with genuine beauty and poise
but the other girls aren't authentic
they paint on their faces
to hide the real girl underneath

I just want to tell you I'm sorry.
I want to tell you all of the things I know I did wrong.
I want you to know I never meant to hurt you.
I never wanted to be that person.
I'm moving on, I'm growing up.
And it's without you,
whether I like it or not.

Without looking within
Can one truly begin
As a person to grow;
Ones mind to really know?

Without looking within
Truth is lacking wherein
Real truth not without lies,
But within us resides.

Without looking within
One is somewhat akin
To one who is half –blind;
Answers harder to find.
  
Without looking within
With honesty therein
How can one see the light;
Develop true insight?

Without looking within
Can one hope to begin
To attain peace of mind;
True happiness to find?

How am I supposed to know what to say,
When you're so impossibly hard to read?

I am sand.

People say rocks are,
Solid
Dependable
Unchangeable
Tell sand that.
Worn away.
Hour after hour,
Day after day.

People say rocks are,
Rigid
Firm
Strong
Tell sand that.
Crushed slowly.
Wave after wave,
Footstep after footstep.

People say rocks are,
Steadfast
Reliable
Unfailing
Tell sand that.
Drowning always,
In water and weight.
Me, I'm just drowning.
In love and lies.
In fear and anger.
In dumb human emotion.

I am sand.