I know you mean well but you can't speak for me
forgive me if you'd writing seems like it's driven by apathy
I want to grow up but I can't right now
I have enough personal issues of my own to iron out
I'm still shy as all **** and insecure as ******* and bacon
I'm constantly on edge like a diet coke with mentos that's been shaken
But then that's my own cross to bear
having to fight things in my head that no one would know they're there.
And it seems when I make an effort no one gives a ****
So really, please don't speak on something you can't understand.
Like I said, I know you mean well and I appreciate your concern
but it's my mistakes and my life, I'll always have demons to burn