It's me who should know better
It's me who should make the sacrifice
It's me who should be strong
when others won't.
for what?
When did I get so used to
burn every inch of myself out
for acception and love
that no one grants me?
for what?
It's me who knows better
It's me who makes the sacrifice
It's me who is strong
as it's the only choice
for what?
When did it get so hard not to
wear everything on my sleeve
as opposed to hide them so
I won't be noticed?
for what?
It's me who is the fool
It's me who is the attention-seeker
It's me who is the weakling
still painfully invisible.
no reason, no consequence
no beginning, no end
after all, I'm the girl who can't hurt herself
who can't heal herself
who can neither exist nor perish.
It's me who is the utmost liar
no savior, no captor
no one, no one, no one.