I'm so sick of trying,
To please everybody,
They always expect me,
To do my best,
But I'm just a kid,
What do I know?
I've always had someone else,
Pulling my ropes,
Now I've been released ,
And their looking at me,
Time to use my power,
Of reflection,
Because I'm scared of rejection,
Who am I?
How do I know?
when I'm a mould,
Of everyone's perception,
Who will I be?
Is it up to me?
Can I use my voice,
Or is it someone else's choices?
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βI can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir, because I'm not myself you see.β -Alice in Wonderland
There are times when I feel alone. It feels that if I screamed no one would care. I really want to scream. I want to walk through the forest and be the only one there.
Long hair, Big eyes. Fake smiles, Living lies. Funny jokes, Rude remarks. "Swag" walk, Leaving sparks. Hollister, New iPhone. Lipstick, Girly tone. Make-up, Fake tan. Has a boy, Wants a man.
I cut my hair, Change its colour, Red, blonde perhaps blue, Maybe get a tattoo. New job, New car, New country, Just trying to find me.
They say "You," I say what. They repeat, "yes, You" I say "You who?" So They check my vital signs And say, You are alive.
I'm not sure what to do, What's up next for me. Do I change or do I stay, The girl I used to be. I'm not sure if I like her, The old me from my past. But surely if I changed, This new me wouldn't...
Some nights I dream I'm someone else, Someone with confidence, Someone with millions of friends, Someone that looks perfect in every way, Someone who everyone knows and likes, Someone who doesn't get...
I'm always going to be me Myself staying free But sometimes I feel There's no good deal.
I feel like I am falling. Losing my identity. Losing everything I love. Falling from my sanctity. Everyone is pushing me. Go this way. No. Go there. I don't even know, myself. I'm pulling out my hair.
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