My Life Story

I could tell you a story.

I could tell you a tale.

I could spin my life,

And make it sound so well.

But then you wouldn’t understand my being.

You wouldn’t catch my meaning.

You wouldn’t understand what I was seeing.

You wouldn’t see the beauty.

The hurt, the smile, the love. You wouldn’t see it truly.

So I’m not going to lie.

I’m just going to let the time go by.

Eventually you’ll get it. You’ll stop asking why.

I’m not trying to be mean.

I just want you to see what I’ve seen.

Like watching it on a movie screen.

Scene by scene.

Tear by tear.

Each and every fear.

All of it, I want you to hear.

Does this make me mad?

Does it make me bad?

Does it make you sad?

Am I annoying you now?

Would you like me to tell you how,

It came to be this way?

Sorry, but I don’t really think I should say.

Because then you wouldn’t understand my being.

You wouldn’t catch my meaning.

You wouldn’t understand what I was seeing.

You wouldn’t see the beauty.

The hurt, the smile, the love. You wouldn’t see it truly.

So I’m not going to lie.

I’m just going to let the time go by.

Eventually you’ll get it. You’ll stop asking why.