What would you see if you looked through my eyes?

Would you know the deep sorrow I feel?

Pain, bitter loneliness. Soft whispered cries,

Accepted by none, a smile: my disguise.

 

They gossip. They laugh. Chat about the dance,

There’s no compassion or love in their souls.

To walk down that hall, to take that big chance,

Lower my head and my eyes, don’t dare even glance!

 

Their contempt is as clear as the words they now sneer.

I’m not worthy to breathe the same air.

Oh God, why me? Why must I be here?

Oh please, just one day, without bullies and fear.

 

What would I see if I looked through their eyes?

Would I see just how worthless I am?

They tell me I’m weird, someone they despise.

They posted on Facebook, “HaHa! Hope she DIES!”

 

What would you see if you looked through my eyes?

Could you find the compassion to care?

Would you stand by me as it comes from all sides?

Could you be my friend, not believe all the lies?

 

If only, if only, you could look through my eyes.