People clap for me
saying you did it
but what did I do
that was so good
for you
was it were
I dragged myself
out the mud
with my blood
or the part were I
clean one set of cuts
just to cut myself again
you yell
"wow I'm proud"
but you weren't
that loud when
I cried for help
you stayed silent
as a mouse
my whole life
you are happy
at the things
I did myself
but do you see
the things I did
when crying in the mirror
when shrinking into no worth
on the earth
you see
what you want
not what the truth may be
yes I got out the mud
but I'm still covered in my blood
yes I clean my cuts
but I didn't have
enough bandands
for the other ones
you want me to be the perfect
one the one who was
"So strong" and got up
but if for a second
I'm not the tough
you stop clapping
and cover your eyes
and if you look
its only with despise
so no I am not strong
I am so you want
the truth to be so shiny
mine is rust with sparkles
you put on the real gold
of me is gone
and My soul
when along because
I Didn't get Better At Being The Best
I Got Better At Being The Survivor