Everything feels a little heavier,
My heart, my eyes, my dreams,
It's hurtful to even think,
Even existing is tiring.
With expectations so hard to meet,
And the clock ticking way too fast,
Everyone waiting for me to fall,
It's a matter of belief how long I'll last.
For they compare me with who they know,
My life judged at what they think,
Worthless, useless they call me that,
And everyday in my head I sink.
Paint over me to make me good,
To make me burn in your fire,
That's what you'll do and that's what you'll like,
But you like is not what I desire.
To just be me is what I want,
A palette of colours so pure,
Arbitrary I may look,
But for me at least I'd be sure.
Call me weird, call me crazy,
But just let me be what I want,
For your shades would fade me so,
That even my own thoughts would then me haunt.
So cuff my hands but not my mind,
For your words kill me each day,
"Life's better when you aren't breathing "
Maybe it's true for that to say.
