You worried about how you looked,
you thought you weren’t good enough for them,
you don’t even know who ‘they’ are anymore.
You thought they were so enlightened,
their laughter so genuine,
their beings so care free.

Paranoia of delusions
in the seclusion of your mind.
Trying to match up to some
phony ideal standard of beauty,
Well man,
Those standards never existed,
they were invented by people
you don’t even know.

You talked to yourself in your head,
conversations with your thoughts.
There was never a box to fit into and if there was
you’d break it with a hammer.

It was never about worth but belief.
You just didn’t believe in yourself.
You let others dictate your worth for you.
Oh, for shame.
To think they know nothing.

We’re all member of the same jungle
Sticking it out and fighting it through.
A battle of many, this is
a war of one.