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| LOOK INSIDE Won't somebody please look inside my heart, Look inside and tell me what you see? I wonder what treasure might be there to find, Or maybe wretched filth instead? Or perhaps both. I've got a heart that is soft and tender, One that has been battered and bruised and beaten And, still, it can't find the will to hate. It loves regardless of the consequences And it doesn't understand why that is not returned So it builds up its defenses So the world can't see the pain and vulnerability And it lets my head spit out hateful, spiteful words Because the tears make me seem weak, They make me seem like a child Hungry only for affection. So instead, I seem a needy bitch Rather than be called weak and whiny. No one cares about the tears, that's a baby's way. But if someday someone sees What really lies beneath all of my defenses Will he think he's found a treasure Or leave another scar Way down deep inside my heart When the bitchy side of me shows through? Shannon Miller 9/18/02 |
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