Why can’t I be me?
It’s a question I find myself asking a lot.
People often tell me to be myself,
But they hardly ever truly mean it.
They’ll tell me they won’t leave.
But the second they see the real me,
They don’t just leave,
They call me a freak
And tell me I’m not normal.
I try not to let it bother me,
‘Cause that’s who I am.
But it gets hard
When you know everyone thinks you’re a freak
Even if they won’t say it to your face.
People always tell me to be myself,
But I find it hard to.
Especially when I’m judged,
Once I show the real me.
I wish I could be me
Without the fear of being abandoned
Because people think I’m strange.
Why can’t I be me?
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Why can’t I be me?
It’s a question I find myself asking a lot.
People often tell me to be myself,
But they hardly ever truly mean it.
They’ll tell me they won’t leave.
But the second they see the real me,
They don’t just leave,
They call me a freak
And tell me I’m not normal.
I try not to let it bother me,
‘Cause that’s who I am.
But it gets hard
When you know everyone thinks you’re a freak
Even if they won’t say it to your face.
People always tell me to be myself,
But I find it hard to.
Especially when I’m judged,
Once I show the real me.
I wish I could be me
Without the fear of being abandoned
Because people think I’m strange.
Why can’t I be me?
