Will the rest of my life be this way?
Am I obligated to endure this much?
Never before, have I had the opportunity
To see one of my experiments succeed.
I'm always seen just as.
And never looked into
The feeling is overwhelming
When all you think exists is the outside.
Because no one ever looks in.
All those who think know me
Merely have just a whisper
There is so much within me
So much that no one knows.
Yet all of it, I'm willin to reveal

When will I get my chance?
To finally know the experience
Being able to live something meaninful
Would be the world.
That's all I dream of
Not ot be thought of as merely an object
But as a remarkable individual.
To be known inside and out
Not to just be used.
When will that day be?
When will I be shown that there is more to life then lust?
The offer is out there...
Yet no one accepts.

Written by: Stephanie J. on May 5th, 2001

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