Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes

[naughty_pb_]

so she walks holding her head up high, her presence is her only disguise, and though theyll never see, they have an effect on everything that defines "me".
her hair blows gently in the soft chilly winds,
wishing she could leave with it,
her mind starts to spin,
wishing they knew all,
she pushes a fake grin,
wishing for her freedom,
she dies from deep within.....
U dont know who she is or who she wants to be,
you dont know if shes happy,
because whats inside you'll never see,
you dont know if she wants you,
becuase she'll never let you know,
you dont know the real her,
because you wont even let her go.....

Freedom, understanding, love, and fullfillment what else could anyone wish for......

~Stop seeing me for what i am not~

~Natasha~