I see a face and I know there's much more,
Because I, myself, am trapped behind this door.

I say I am judge free,
But thoughts appear
                               before what I see.
Each soul is trying its hardest
Although I believe mine is the best.

For those who inflict self-harm, I say they are pathetic.
However, when I beat-up myself, "Maybe it's 'cause I'm sick?"
And for those who give up, I say they are weak,
But when it's my turn, "No! I'm not a freak!"

I go out in the world -- like it's my stage.
I change my act with each person I engage.
For each answer I am right, I could never be so wrong.
And by the end of the day, I'm stuck sitting here singing this song.

Life's let me down, and it's brought me back up.
                                                      What I've learned:
all I must do is empty my cup.
I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
A human who's trying to be the best he can be.

I can always learn more; I know that's the case,
So opening the door will begin me -- to see my face.