Being me is different and difficult in a way i won't even understand.
I mean, i try to fit in, yet i am never good enough.
So when i went to their expectations, i lost my touch in thinking.
I can't really explain how this is for me;
I can't even breathe calmly being me-i might do something wrong.
As a matter of fact, everything i do is wrong.
I hide my way of being from everyone, even myself;
I don't even know who i am,
Or what my original thoughts have been.
They're usually those of others, or some i am ashamed to express.
I hide somewhere in this world, alone;
Wondering if anyone even cares of me fearing of my own way of being.
Yet there's someone who can help,
Just let me let it all go without bringing much attention.
Yet it feels i hide from her too.
I don't want to, but it just comes out of me,
I can't help it.
So i turn to those who aren't alive or near,
Wishing they would exist.
