Across My Mind

Will You?

I stand up on the stage I constructed,
Of memories, love, pain, and sin.
A reminder of all the things within.

There are pretty things inside of me,
But surely ugly things too.
I stand on my stage to show all of this to you.

Can you accept my faults,
I wish to be understood.
If you can't, well not everyone could.

I have lost many chances,
For always being me.
People often reject the things they see.

But if you will take it,
Than we will both have a friend.
Because on this stage I've seen many beginnings and ends.