Eyes Behind the Mirror by Travis Justin Teeter
So I'm not the nicest guy in the world, I don't know what to say,
I can't be the smartest or the funniest, I'm not the best in every way,
But I'm always honest, if I can be, I'm a pretty straightforward guy,
Not the most moral anymore, but then I never was. But I still try.
I still want to be the son that the mother can smile and be thankful for,
And I want to be the man that a father can look at and love at the core.
I stare at the mirror sometimes, and wonder..am I the best I could be?
Hell, sometimes I wonder what I am. I'm not even sure of what I see.
Do others see me as a goody-two shoes? An' angelic little boy?
Or do they see me as a devil, some random woman's sex toy?
Do they even see me, or even care at all? Am I just nothing to behold?
Why do I care what they think? Why should I care..thats what I've been told.
I know why I care, because I want to be liked. "Just be yourself..kid."
I usually am..but I can't exactly show every side, some have to stay hid.
I'm loving, but I can't be soft. I care, but I don't want to be thought a freak.
I'm always looking for that special someone. Maybe you'll be the one I seek..
