''Us and Them''

what kind of change¿

I dont see a year with different seasons, i go through a year of different stages of life! Be it ecstasy, mediocrity, individuality, solitude, and maybe solidarity as well!

Contradicting my own thoughts is what I'm actually left with doing.
The exposure, the vulnerability of my personality which was once hidden is now being made crystal clear to everyone.
But as my silence undermines the elements I'm actually composed of, my past, my present, that ain't just a myth.
I choose complexity but not simplicity, to easily express my whims cuz otherwise you'll find me similar to all those out there carrying turbulent outside influences with them.
I can only convince you that I'm different. I'm far different from them all.
I can only justify this with no need for justification at all.
I may and can, but rather choose not to manifest what made me to transmute into such a weird person.
You know why i wont be justifying, cuz you'll believe me anyway, believe me no matter what no matter why. "You'll believe me" that's what i believe.

You made me a part of sth beautiful, {a part of you} which my own kin refrained to do for me. They couldn't make me a part of themselves.
All they find best to do is to take me somewhere i dont wanna be.
All they want me is to become isolated. I kinda laugh on the thought that they dont know i've crossed the limits to isolate myself.
They dont know me more than u do. In fact, they dont know me at all. I'm just an average kid in the very eyes of em.
I immensely wish to time travel again. But not alone this time, rather with you. Yeah i wanna be alone with you around me.
I wanna stay on the surface holding you otherwise i were already drowning.
It's weird that i think i should give myself more time which i miss a lot tbh. But on the other hand, my family thinks i should do sth else than what precious I'm actually leaving out.
Take me somewhere, lead me somewhere, i dont care if it's a hell where u gonna take me. What i do know is that it would be a great voyage with a wondrous conversation of ours on our way to hell.