If you live your life as someone else, who’s going to be you?
-A wise, wise person
Who am I?
Cuz I am not me
Whose lenses am I looking through?
I think they’re the rong prescriptions
Because my view is distorted
Whose footsteps are these that I am taking?
Whose path am I being led down?
Cuz its not my own.
Its not the direction my compass is telling me to follow
Whose sorrow am I wearing?
Cuz its too tight. Is it an extra small? Cuz I wear a XL.
If you knew the truth
If I could be honest with you
If I could let go
If you knew how I feel
If I stopped playing in accordance with the rules of this God-forsaken game
If I stopped being afraid,
I would break your heart
But maybe my
But maybe my glasses would be the right prescription and the steps I take in my pink and black chucks
Would be my own
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