Someone in between My reflection stares back at me My face is painted with the word "but" I spoke truth and love softly But those that spoke loudest were heard first Perhaps I'll never feel whole A face drawn with ink Almost art But the rain smeared the image A girl that was pretty But only when she was sculpted to be what others wanted to see Someone in between
I've felt like this poem has been in me for as long as I could remember. I've only just now found the words.