Me
I am not the person who you see,
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 the things i own.
They are only stops along my way.
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 the things i own.
They are only stops along my way.
I am carrying my voice
I am carrying a heart.
I am carrying an image.
I am carrying my hopes and fears.
But you can’t kill my spirit, for it is strong,
And like a mountain I’ll go on and on.
But when my wings are folded,
The brightly colored moth blends into the dirt into the ground.
And it’s 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.
But 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.
- abridged and shamelessly adapted from the song by Miss P.Cole.
