I didn't want to be this way
Nay I loathed those that were
I dreamt in color not pastels
I needed not another
The fear of being held in place
now treading through the sludge.
I cant recognize my own name
just what in the actual ****
I'm not the person I thought Id be
Do great things be carefree
I'm not myself I don't know who that is
Or who is actually me
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 2:46 PM UTC
I didn't want to be this way
Nay I loathed those that were
I dreamt in color not pastels
I needed not another
The fear of being held in place
now treading through the sludge.
I cant recognize my own name
just what in the actual ****
I'm not the person I thought Id be
Do great things be carefree
I'm not myself I don't know who that is
Or who is actually me
