Who am I?

Maybe if I tried.

I'm scared,

What is it like to be... ?

I want to be something.

I want something more,

I don't know where my loyalty lies.

Why do I live if I can't live right?

Maybe if I tried,

I wouldn't be so damn scared.

I'm scared to tell the truth,

Because I don't know what they'll think.

I just want to let go,

I just want to be free.

Why can't I live happily?

I can't live happy,

I can't feel like this.

I don't want to feel this way.

I take a deep breath,

I am pretty.

I smile in the mirror,

I'll make them happy.

I brush my hair,

Choose a headband.

Take a deep breath,

Look into my own eyes.

Why do I see this pain?

Because I see it in the eyes of people.

I see this same pain in someone else.

Maybe not exact,

But so close that I relate to them.

Something about it lets me see who I am.

Eyes, my most favorite feature of a person.

You probably think I'm weird,

And I am.

I love it,

Even if I hate that I'm almost always sad.