You Don't Know

You don’t know what it’s like
To be afraid of your reflection
Day after day.
You don’t know what it’s like
To feel worthless and used
Though, they expect perfection.
You don’t know what it’s like
To wake up and wish you were dreaming
Instead of living your nightmare called life.
You don’t know what it’s like
To want something so far out of reach
The thought of it just turns to ashes.
And you don’t know what it’s like
To be in a crowd
And feel alone.
You don’t know how it feels
To be your own arch enemy
And best friend.
You don’t know what it’s like
To have a song in your heart
But no voice to sing aloud.
You don’t know how it feels
To have no one to turn to
Or to walk away from.
You don’t know what it’s like
To paint a portrait
And never get the right shade.
No.
You don’t know what it’s like
To be me.