Juliet uneasy with the construction noise outside. She trusts me implicitly, but still can't be comforted. I make my own monsters too.

i am not the person who is singing
i am the silent one inside
i am not the one who laughs at people's jokes
i just pacify their egos
i am not my house or my car or my songs
they are only just stops along my way
i am like winter
i'm a dark cold female
with a golden ring of wisdom in my cave

and it is me who is my enemy
me who beats me up
me who makes the monsters
me who strips my confidence

and it's me who's too weak
and it's me who's too shy
to ask for the thing i love

i am walking on the bridge
i am over the water
and i'm scared as hell
but i know there's something better
yes i know there's something

--Paula Cole/Me