i hear them talk about their childhoods
how they wish that they could go back.
my issues started early
i keep my head down.
cause god, i'm grateful i don't have to go back.

i do not have a platform.
if i did, i'd like to think i'd use it for good
my disruptive personality stops me.
so now i don't have a place to speak.
i am so tired of being told
i am too loud
i am so tired of being told
i am too much to be around

so i  am going to be even more of myself
and the people that know me,
will hear me clearer

how many times can i fall in love with the idea
of a person
how many times will someone fall in love with
the idea of
me

"getting close to you," she said,
"it felt like skydiving"
her lips were trembling
and her eyes were so sad
"and now my parachute just won't work."

even during the difficult times,
please keep love in your heart.
breeding hate is what they're trying to do.

the people i love are dangerous
they're hand feeding my demons
dragging me back to my  old habits
i tear myself apart trying to crawl out

toxicity sprinkled with love
that you can't see unless you look in a mirror
the person i hate needs to learn love
but i just can't fall in love with myself

there's circles written around my eyes
people see it as something for them to solve,
like a riddle they can't even read.
but the clearer they see, the less they like.

they tell me i'm too much too handle,
they leave when they tell me i snap too easy
they leave when they realize they can't play with my head
they leave when i don't change my ways

and all i have to say is
i live for myself, not you.
so their defensive minds deem it selfish
they leave