Am I truly broken?
Or is it just what people say?
Am I truly falling?
Or flying a different way?

Is that why I find it hard?
Because I'm not sure?
But I am sure,
But I'm not sure the rest of the world is sure,
But I'm sure they don't want to be.

I keep saying it hurts,
But that's not it,
It's discomfort,
At other's discomfort.