Sometimes I feel shorter and smaller with eyes casted down
unable to equally measure the who and what I am,
trapped in the twisted reflection found
on the blurred stained mirrors in my mind.
Sometimes in the company of friends I find
my shortcomings written all over my hands
and I hide from them and pretend to be a man
full of wisdom and pride with a confident mind
while inside I just know no one understands.
Sometimes in the midst of beauty and youth
I feel left behind, unattractive and old
and I cast my eyes down with the pain of my truth
giving up all my hopes, wishes and dreams.
Sometimes, just sometimes life is hard as it seems
but I know deep inside with the knowledge I hold
that the twisted ideas that I sadly behold
are no more than my thoughts
holding on to the extremes.