On the outside looking in-
it seems as if I am strong.
On the outside looking in-
they think that I belong.
But inside I am weak;
Inside there is pain.
My heart is empty-
My soul is lost-
I'm drowning in the rain...

On the outside I am smiling-
On the outside I am free-
But they never look deeper;
Deep inside of me.
For if they took the time-
And if they seemed to care-
They'd see a broken girl;
Whose smothered in despair...

Inside looking out-
I see that there is more.
Inside looking out-
I know that I can soar.
One day a soul will look inside-
And see me as I am.
One day that soul will come to me;
And offer me their hand.
Then lift me up from my pain-
And carry me out of the rain...

Hi, Everybody-
My name is Lisa...I have been pulling since I was around 11 years old...I am now 26...It actually seemed to have gone away at one time, for about 2 years...But when it came back, it was just as strong as before I had stopped...Mine seems to be triggered by stress, low self worth...I took ballet classes several years ago, and it seems that that was the time that I had stopped altogether pulling...Ballet kept me centered...Gave me a positive place to vent my stress...15 years of pulling (minus the 2 yr hiatus) and I question whether this will ever stop or if it is just a part of me...Thank all of you for reading this...It has helped me to share my experience...
Lisa