Life
Why is it that everyone leads such different lives?
There are those who are truly happy, nothing ever goes wrong.
Why can't I be like them?
Why do I have to be me?
I watch them, and am jealous of the lives they lead.
They are so happy,
But I am so full of pain.
Of course, no one but those who are closest to me know this.
They are the ones who saw through my mask, saw past the walls I built,
And I am grateful that they cared enough to look below the surface.
Why did they see it, when it had been overlooked by so many before?
Because they've been there, and they understand.
-Tracy A. Dafoe
Copyright ©1998 Tracy Dafoe
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