Hollow, empty
Devoid of emotion
Unsure as to who I am
No cure, no potion
Mimic the cries
Of our endless lies
Hoping to fit in,
To belong, feel security within
But it scares me,
As I'm sure you can see
I want to be myself
All I need is help
To bring out who I really am
And hope that, socially, this isn't my end
I feel so lost,
So totally unlike what
Everyone expects of me
And what I expect of myself, the whole lot
I look inside myself
And all I see is utter blackness
Not because I am a demon,
But my actions have caused darkness
I didn't believe in myself
I wanted to be someone else
Everything I ever did
Was based off of not being the "weird kid"
The one with the buck-teeth,
That "Aspy", abnormal boy
I wanted to be part of a group
Not a bullies favourite toy
But I also wanted to do what I like,
Talk of dinosaurs, aerodynamics and castles
Not to be just another
Fashion, gaming and acting apostle
Guess that didn't work out so well, now did it?
Because I don't know which parts of me
Are the real me, not the "fitting" in me
That is something I cannot see clearly
I just want to be myself
Not a creation moulded by society
But I don't exactly have a choice now, do I?
I must face the humility.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC
Hollow, empty
Devoid of emotion
Unsure as to who I am
No cure, no potion
Mimic the cries
Of our endless lies
Hoping to fit in,
To belong, feel security within
But it scares me,
As I'm sure you can see
I want to be myself
All I need is help
To bring out who I really am
And hope that, socially, this isn't my end
I feel so lost,
So totally unlike what
Everyone expects of me
And what I expect of myself, the whole lot
I look inside myself
And all I see is utter blackness
Not because I am a demon,
But my actions have caused darkness
I didn't believe in myself
I wanted to be someone else
Everything I ever did
Was based off of not being the "weird kid"
The one with the buck-teeth,
That "Aspy", abnormal boy
I wanted to be part of a group
Not a bullies favourite toy
But I also wanted to do what I like,
Talk of dinosaurs, aerodynamics and castles
Not to be just another
Fashion, gaming and acting apostle
Guess that didn't work out so well, now did it?
Because I don't know which parts of me
Are the real me, not the "fitting" in me
That is something I cannot see clearly
I just want to be myself
Not a creation moulded by society
But I don't exactly have a choice now, do I?
I must face the humility.
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