Everyone told you That growing up meant Being free Being yourself Yet they somehow forgot to mention That the feeling Of suppressing yourself Of locking yourself up Never truly goes away Past insecurities Past self-doubt All come rushing back Like a tidal wave right before the crash You've tried too hard Now people think you're weird You've tried to little Now people think you're just lazy You want to try new things Meet new people But meeting new people Was never what you expected They are cruel, vile beasts Ready to attack at one sign of weakness Rip your flesh out But save your heart for last So you feel every last ounce of it No matter how hard you struggle People will only see the surface And once you're tagged There's no escape Because they will find you Torture you Until that one insecurity Turns into thousands And what's left? Of you? Of them? Of your heart? When people tell you To grow up Tell them That you're staying Right where you are Planted in the ground Because who really needs to grow up?