Aug 2015
What if I'm not good enough
What if my mind finally crumbles
What if I just can't be tough
What if my feet start to stumble
What if my fake little smile
Couldn't hold up my face
What if they don't walk a mile
In my shoes, in my place
What if they know how much I care
About them and everything
What if they shoot me out of the air
And saw off my frail wings
What if I decide to trust someone
But I make a mistake
What if I don't say that I'm done
Before I fall and break
What if I act just a little too nice
And they only take me for granted
What if I point out a horrible vice
And their opinion of me is slanted
I know, I know
I say I don't care
*Yet, full of woe
I've no smiles to spare
What if my mind finally crumbles
What if I just can't be tough
What if my feet start to stumble
What if my fake little smile
Couldn't hold up my face
What if they don't walk a mile
In my shoes, in my place
What if they know how much I care
About them and everything
What if they shoot me out of the air
And saw off my frail wings
What if I decide to trust someone
But I make a mistake
What if I don't say that I'm done
Before I fall and break
What if I act just a little too nice
And they only take me for granted
What if I point out a horrible vice
And their opinion of me is slanted
I know, I know
I say I don't care
*Yet, full of woe
I've no smiles to spare
I've recently been realizing how long I've been living in denial about how much I care what other people think about me. In all honesty, I couldn't care less if people make judgments based on how I look or dress because that only shows how shallow and superficial they are. However, it's been occurring to me how terrified I am of people making judgments about me, as a person, based on things I do or the way I act.
