When every time I pass someone
And the first thought that comes to mind
Is whether they realized I just walked by.
Sometimes I don't feel alive.
Sometimes I don't feel beautiful.
Sometimes I feel invisible.
Most times I pretend I don't care
But then there are those days
When I want to do more than
Hide behind a facade.
Sometimes I have to try.
Sometimes I have to face my fears.
Sometimes I forget to let Him lead me.
