Look At Me

Looking at myself in the mirror

Who do I see is plain old me

Sure I've my own style of clothes and music

And how I should live my life

But I for one am a person who hates the look of her own skin

Because no one knows what I am really going through

And if they did they could write a book about my life

Because I am someone who has seen heaven and hell

Way too many times too count

As well balancing your sympathy

Because you think you know what I am going through

But sadly you don't and your sympathy simply becomes too much