Between

What am I
How can it be
that I do not feel
what others can see

What is it like
to love and to cry
and why do you wish
to live or to die

What they can't understand
is what others fear
what I can't understand
I wish to be near

People only believe
what they expect to see
but only between the lines
is where you will find me

Lurking in the shadows of the night
Lurking in the bright spots of the light

Bleeding through the boundaries
of right and wrong
Bending through ideals
both weak and strong

Don't believe what you hear
and don't believe your eyes
there is always truth
in the very best of lies

And where does that leave you and me
when all is said and done
To that I have no answer
but at least we had some fun.

~Christina~