Sight Lines
Francesca Giraldo
I'm lost with no place to go
My body is empty like my soul
Beaten, pushed down like a dog
My master doubles as my love
Cycling through situations
I want out but don't know where to go
Pushing down all my emotions
A smile of warmth but underneath I'm cold
I'm done with acting like I'm fine
Be honest and cut out all the lies
"How are you?" falls right through the cracks
My father said, "Roll it off your back"
Cycling through situations
I want out but don't know where to go
Pushing down all my emotions
A smile of warmth but underneath I'm cold
