Pages of my beloved notes are swollen from being hidden
Thoughts that define me are pushed aside with the fear of not fitting in
There's always somebody trying to tell me who I've been
The blueprint doesn't make sense so who's the one that set it?
Finding self assurance from other's opinions whispering ''promise me?''
The way I'm broken is romaticized by this kingdom of hypocrisy
My love gets judged by the faces of frauds I might never see
The mind takes it and serves it proudly with the fanciest plate
And the heart breaks into pieces trying to take what It can get
Sometimes rage and usually it is just jealousy
But ''just'' leaves it's place to thoughts that haunt me
''Is there a right way to be?''
Alive,well,something they can envy
None of it is going to be real,in my reality
Clicking on a digital reality thousand times to make sure
That I'm a compliment to a few pair of eyes
A master's symphony waiting in disguise
And in an opposite point of view
Is there anything to criticize?
A word to describe what I am and who I'm not?
I guess It's time to shut down the booth for outside review
It's finally time to open my arms to thoughts that are brand new
The pedestal I used to put flawed silhouettes on
Is a branch now,with protrusive parts without the need of a crown
I choose the glamorous gowns without thinking which eyes It's going to caught
And I wear it with a smile hinting that I'm satisfied
But I'm not a pattern to follow
In this scattered world's hollow
I'm a soul playing with lucid water of the shallows
Waiting for it's time to go
But for now I will stick to saying ''hello?''
Everytime there's a new chapter waiting to unfold
I'm vulnerable,I'm not sure but stable
I hope I'll stay that way forever