i am not perfect
i am not a dream come true
i am nothing i mean to you
i will falter
i will fail
i will crack
under this pressure
if your wishes prevail
i have my faults
that you cannot see
that you do not wish to believe
under the glare
i am only human
following a dream
running from a nightmare
that has become reality
under the glare
i am another oridinary joe
just the guy down the street
if i were him
would you care
under the glare
can you see me
~erika boal