I just want to be myself.
Every morning I put me on the shelf
And I take up a mask.
Put myself in the past.
Work my body to death.
Don't wanna give myself rest.
Because if I slip up—
I just want to be myself.
Each night I take me down from the shelf
And I shed my disguise.
Try not to cry.
Just close my aching eyes.
Don't wanna think too much
Because then tomorrow will suck.
I just want to be myself
Instead of living on a shelf
But I wear my lies.
They tell me I'm a freak inside.
Breathe deeply I try.
Don't wanna listen to them—
If only I thought they're mistaken!
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Cacti & Paper Airplanes
PoetryDeep collection of prickly sweet poems and songs. Topics range from friendship and exploring the life of inanimate objects to murder, greed, and death. Darker tone emerges later in the collection. Cheers!
