Flawed Perception...

I sit in this dusty hall listening to the sounds
Of the angry people, making their nightly rounds
They sneer at me, seeing what they may
Not wanting to know that I'm far from okay


Their eyes pass by my crumpled form
Telling themselves that it's far from the norm
To be sitting out, seperate from the world
No, clearly, there is something wrong with that girl


People tell their eye what they want them to see
And in those lies, they forget the real me
I am seen through a haze that passes in front of their eyes
As they conviently forget their self proclaimed lies


A shadow, that's what I am, all I've ever been
Hiding myself behind the pain deep within
Shrouded beneath the cold truth of my reception
Blinded they are, by their flawed perception