I live inside of a life where I hide emotions
Inside of some dumb metaphors I can't finish
Because people react better when I write out
'I used my arms as another canvas'
Yet double takes result from 'I used to cut myself'
Clearly I'm still just an emo teen
A stereotypical kid who needs to find meaning
My sadness is pretentious and unwarranted
While my anger just makes me hateful
Because that feeling you deserve more than you have
Or that loneliness you feel during quiet times
It's all absurd when you're just a kid
You clearly can't be feeling all of this
They tell me to just ******* relax
I guess I could try to flip the switch
But light won't come on when it's not attached
Depression isn't just getting lost in the woods
And anxiety isn't just being shy
I just wish everyone'd lower their expectations
Of what I can accomplish over night
You act as if I'm proud I hurt myself to cope
Or that I ward off friendship to avoid emotion
And yes, I'm really beginning to rant
But frustration is really setting in
I'm getting sick of song lyrics understanding me
Even more than my own ******* friends
And while I don't really mean to curse
Politeness never gets my stupid point across
My voice, opinion, and feelings don't matter
And I wonder why I even wrote this at all