What do you see when you look at me?
I'll tell you what you see.
You see a girl who has no clue,
Or desire,
Or zest for life anymore.
What do you see when you look at me?
You see a loser.
Someone who has lost all hope
And seldom ever tries anymore.
What's the point in trying
When all I do is wrong?
What's the point in caring
When you don't care about me?
How am I suppose to feel
Knowing that you resent all that I am
Wishing that I was like your nieces and nephews.
They're happy with their lives.
It must be great.
I can't remember the last time I was happy.
You call me a dreamer.
You say "Your head is in the clouds.
Your tales of adventure and mystery
Will never amount to anything.
Why don't you get a real job
Instead of holding out hope that your words will sell?"
And as my eyes blur with tears
I begin to wonder if you're right.
Are my words empty?
Are they a waste of time?
I hate being a disappointment.
I hate feeling this way.
I hate the feel of anger and fear
Coursing through my veins.
So now what do you see when you look at me?
I'll tell you what you see
You see a tired human being
Who's sick of your bullshit
Who wants to get out
And can only see one way.
What do you see when you look at me?
Is it the same thing I see?
Do you see the tears
Or hear my cries?
Do you feel guilt and pain?
What do you see when you look at me...
I'll tell you what you see.
You see a girl who has no clue,
Or desire,
Or zest for life anymore.
What do you see when you look at me?
You see a loser.
Someone who has lost all hope
And seldom ever tries anymore.
What's the point in trying
When all I do is wrong?
What's the point in caring
When you don't care about me?
How am I suppose to feel
Knowing that you resent all that I am
Wishing that I was like your nieces and nephews.
They're happy with their lives.
It must be great.
I can't remember the last time I was happy.
You call me a dreamer.
You say "Your head is in the clouds.
Your tales of adventure and mystery
Will never amount to anything.
Why don't you get a real job
Instead of holding out hope that your words will sell?"
And as my eyes blur with tears
I begin to wonder if you're right.
Are my words empty?
Are they a waste of time?
I hate being a disappointment.
I hate feeling this way.
I hate the feel of anger and fear
Coursing through my veins.
So now what do you see when you look at me?
I'll tell you what you see
You see a tired human being
Who's sick of your bullshit
Who wants to get out
And can only see one way.
What do you see when you look at me?
Is it the same thing I see?
Do you see the tears
Or hear my cries?
Do you feel guilt and pain?
What do you see when you look at me...
Do you want to know what I see when I look at you? I see a beautiful young woman with her whole life ahead of her. I see a young woman with so much talent that it's almost criminal. I see beauty, I see power and above all, I see a true friend.
ReplyDeleteSweetheart, you wear your heart on sleeve and I know you get hurt easily. But your words do have power and they are loved by so many people. Ahlephia will be huge, just wait and see.
You are always the one that says never give up on your dreams. Rhiannon, your dream is to write. You are sensational at it. Not good but better than good. Not great, but better. You were sort after to write for TD, your stories have a following and Ahlephia has interest. Don't let your mother or anyone else talk you down from that dream. It's a noble one and if anyone can fulfill it, it is you.
Please, don't do anything foolish. I want to see my Aussie girl again soon so I can get another interview ;)
I love you. I know I'm not your man, and it may mean more coming from him, but know that I do.
I agree 100% with what Trent said. Rhiannon, you are a very talented woman and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
ReplyDeleteThis was filled with so much misery and pain. I agree with Trent. You are an amazing writer and don't ever forget that. I'm not the only person who enjoys your works. Your stories are unbelieveable. Don't give up on your dream.
ReplyDelete