LookAtTheWorld

When I open my eyes to look out at the world
all I see is a black, cold, hungry place just waiting
to capture me and hold me prisoner forever.

When the world looks into my eyes, they only
see dull, lifeless, weary eyes wanting despartly
to die.

I would be wonderful in the field of acting because
my life has been nothing but a mascrade.
Some people probably call me a girl of many faces.

I don’t know who I am, therefore; it’s hard to be myself.