I know you.

I know you.
I know how you think. How you feel.

I know you.
You think you're not good enough.
You hear these words, you hear them all the time.
Wow, you're so smart. So pretty. So talented.
In one ear, out the other.
Do they really mean it?
You will never know.
You wonder to sleep.

I know you.
You don't sleep.
You miss dreaming.
You dream too much during the day.
Don't you know how daydreams hurt?
Because your heart isn't in them so naturally, like a dream.
You put it in consciously, and it pulls and tugs.
Dreaming during the day is wanting. Want want want.
I know.

I know you.
I know how you sing when you think no one is around.
I know how it feels--loud, clear, invincible.
But when people are listening, it's never right.

I know how you put emotion into your music.
You want beauty to break your heart.
You've been broken by a song, a lyric, a voice, a word, before.
You want that.
And you break and break again.
And then you wonder how you've gotten so broken inside.

I know you.
You want to live. You want to feel alive.
You don't know, but I do.
You've tasted it. But you hunger, like so many.
I know it.

I know you.

I love you. And I hope you find what you're looking for.