I'm jealous of the way
You can feel things
Oppressed by anger of how I can't show you I care
And just telling me to be myself
Is not working
When I don't know who I am
Is myself the child he walked away from
Or the one who cried herself to sleep
I didn't like that weak person I used to be
Maybe myself was when I trusted to a fault
And let everyone in
I didn't like that girl either
She forgot herself amongst friends
I wonder if now I am finally myself
But it's just not someone you like
I'm tired of finding myself in clothes that are not mine
At parties I don't fit in