You may see me walking down the street or driving in my car;
I can be the one next to you in a grocery store or waiting beside you in line;
Or maybe I'm the one that sits alone in a restaurant, hiding behind a book;
I may be the quiet one in the group or the one that talks non-stop;
I may be the one that walks by, eyes cast down or the one that flashes you a bright smile;
I may seem shy or extroverted; cold or full of humourous jokes;
But it's masks I wear and things aren't as they appear --
So just don't pass me by,
Oh, please don't pass me by.
The cold mask only hides the fear of rejection I feel within;
The smile lies and tries to tell you all is well inside and out;
The barrage of words mask a terrible loneliness;
The jokester hides the pain from both you and me;
The quietness says there isn't one more try left in me right now.
Speak a few kind but gentle words.
Give me your smile to warm me.
Even if I don't let you know, it will brighten my day for a while.
It will give me strength to believe, to keep going on, to dream if only for a short time, but enough time --
To hope that this emptiness is not a permanent thing --
So just don't pass me by,
Oh, please don't pass me by.
I may seem so strong and assertive and appear to have everything under
control,
But I am locked in a world of loneliness and isolation and I can't find my way out
And little things mean so much to me - a little kindness from you can go so far,
But I am so vulnerable and hurting so that your coldness or indifference can shut me down.
Hope is such a fragile thing, like a weak and flickering flame,
Which can be fanned into a blazing ball of warmth
Or just simply blown out again.
Help me build that bondfire but it must be built with loving acceptance and gentle, loving hands.
Don't leave me to wonder why I even continue to try.
So just don't pass me by,
Oh, please don't pass me by.
I have known too much pain,
Experienced too much rejection,
Felt too much isolation;
But my heart and soul cries out for human contact;
My soul for acceptance, comfort and love;
But my pride and fear holds me back;
My lack of belief chains my soul.
Don't pass me by.
Don't close the door.
Don't leave me bereft and lonely.
Don't leave me on my own anymore.
No, just don't pass me by,
Oh, please don't pass me by,
I thought I would be strong enough to make it on my own.
I believed I could begin to thrive,
But everything is crumbling all around me
And I am dying slowing deep inside.
I need your help!
So just don't pass me by,
Oh, please don't pass me by.
Diana Glen 1999 ©
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