Every time I try to fit in,
I'm stuck with reminders of why I never will
Trauma changes you,
my trauma starts with him
My dad loved to write,
so do I
I'm so much like him,
in so many god damn ways
When in need of guidance,
he's the one person I wish I could talk to
But like most,
he left before I was ready to say goodbye
Now I'm cold,
tired but better to freeze then drown
I miss how I didn't care,
now I do and it don't feel fair
I know I was born special,
I turn heads the second I walk into a room
It's a hate love thing,
a lot of people don't get it
I don't expect them to
