Rambling

I got off on the wrong foot a few years ago
Never got back on the right one
(whichever that was)

Now limping along
comes natural to me

I'm not the kind of girl
that looks pretty when she cries
I do it anyway
Sometimes it feels good
to feel bad inside

I inflate myself in my head
(I'm so great)
But then I wonder how you see me...
Do you even see me?

I know, you don't see me
I have no reflection in your eyes

I think I left a piece of my soul
a few years ago
Under some sage, in the shade
out of the way of the burning sun
I wonder if it's still there?