I see people, I see faces
Of people around me, and of people around the people around me
I see, I hear, I imagine their life
And all I see is that they know they’re living their life.
They know themselves,
They know they their own’s
They’re happy with who they are
And happy with whom they are.
I see their pride, their confidence
I see how much they take care of their selves
They’re them, all belonging to their own selves,
They show it to the world, and I am able to see that
It makes me sad, but maybe gives a hope, too
That I’m not living with myself, but someday I will
Maybe like them, I’ll be myself, and I’ll be happy with it
Maybe someday, I will too make peace with myself.