I should hide my weakness and live
Because people only judge by appearance
One by one, they leave me
It’s my fault for believing in nothing.

I only ask "what if"
I smile, crying inside
I'm calm, screaming with eyes
The river doesn't care, it just flows
I wish I could change into one.

I guess
I couldn't do it after all
What I'm saying doesn't matter
Sometimes
Even to me
Their eyes are telling me I'm too small
to break free
I wish I could be a butterfly
Enchanted in its short free life
colorful like no one else

Unconscious living
Caught me again in its snare
I never know what to say
Am I even living?
Is this living free?

I don't
fit into the mold
But do I care
About the mold
THEY made?

If only
I were something more, something
better
in your eyes
Would you accept me now?
If only
I had killed my true self
Then and there
Would you?