I’m sick of hiding every day
I’m sick of crying every night
I’m sick of not being me,
being me to myself
Sick of looking in the mirror
and seeing somebody else
I realised to be me I don’t need to know who I am
But how am I supposed to be me
if I’m afraid of what others will think
Sometimes I wish we were like butterflies
At some point of our lives we would turn
into what we were supposed to be
But what was I born to be?
I’m not a she, I’m not a he
Am I an ‘it’? Am I an animal
raised to the slaughter?
Am I a 'they’? Am I two different people?
Maybe
I am the Me I am to myself
I am the Me i pretend to be.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
I’m sick of hiding every day
I’m sick of crying every night
I’m sick of not being me,
being me to myself
Sick of looking in the mirror
and seeing somebody else
I realised to be me I don’t need to know who I am
But how am I supposed to be me
if I’m afraid of what others will think
Sometimes I wish we were like butterflies
At some point of our lives we would turn
into what we were supposed to be
But what was I born to be?
I’m not a she, I’m not a he
Am I an ‘it’? Am I an animal
raised to the slaughter?
Am I a 'they’? Am I two different people?
Maybe
I am the Me I am to myself
I am the Me i pretend to be.