Had to grow up, but not, but down, but don't think I won't get what I didn't miss. Discovering's supposed to be great, but mine turned me upside down. One year and suddenly I can't see what I am without this one thing. Still, everyone's bombarded by society, putting it -me- down for what they don't know, it's gone too far. But they say is convincing me. Am I going INSANE? Hang me up with a pink rope, it' not my fault, I just happen to like- one step in front of the other, stop judging me! I said, try not to care. I like what I do, but Hello Kitty's become an enemy, don't touch my things, that's not your concern, ITS JUST A PEN. Spiraling is too much, down, twisted, falling in, please stop! Tear it out, pour glitter in my skull, there's nothing wrong with me I swear to God. All of this overflows, knocks me down, bruise me up. I'll be fine eventually, but pink isn't just a colour anymore.