Not What It Seemed

When I was young I used to dream

That my family was normal and stuck like glue

That things were more than what they seemed

I'd hope someday that they would see

That my scars inside were not so few

When I was young I used to dream

More often than not I'd want to scream

Or just tell a person, anyone, someone like you

That things were more than what they seemed

But I sat idly, for they were my bloodstream

And trouble would come if I told the truth

When I was young I used to dream

Even though rare moments of hope would gleam

I knew our days of darkness weren't through

That things were more than what they seemed

That sadness and suffering was the theme

Though I never chanced it by giving clues

When I was young I used to dream

That things were more than what they seemed