I'm not okay.
According to Michael Clifford, that's okay.
But Michael Clifford hasn't lived my life.
He hasn't woken up every day
Wondering.
Wondering how he was going to have to
Prove himself.
Prove to the world that he was clever
That he was a good person.
Michael Clifford has never wondered
Whether his best friend really ,likes him
Or if she's just pretending.
Michael Clifford has never wondered
If his grades would make his parents proud
Or if they'd be disappointed.
See it's hard,
Being smart.
Because you have to do it
Every day. It's not a one off.
It's an expectation.
But what if you're tired of doing the
Expected?
What if it's too hard?
You can't give up. Trust me, I tried.
Questions get asked, you feel bad
About not trying anymore. You care.
As much as you pretend not to,
You care.
So there's this tug of war inside your head.
except there's hundreds of ropes,
Being pulled in hundreds of directions,
And they all lead to the giant knot in
The Middle.
The mess of thoughts.
Michael Clifford has never wondered
What it's like inside my head.
So why,
Why do I wonder
What it's like inside his?
Is it because he doesn't need
To escape from his head.
To leave his world behind and find
Someone else's?
Is it because I can't handle it, and
He can?
Michael Clifford has never wondered
Because he doesn't have to.
Or does he?
