Judging my disposition from your crooked vision
Altering your view on me cuz you just don't get it .
Being " mean " or looking mad isn't my mission .
There's a fragile stone inside that I just don't let people see . Guards up , fighting mental battles , it's killing me .
Anxiety eating at the nerves in my throat , it's suffocating.
Trying to get inside and find the person that I hide , you see anger but there's pain in my eyes .
Falling tears have dried , and I've tried
To be a copacetic person , but emotions running in each direction , scared to look in the mirror, cuz then I'll have to accept my own reflection .
The timid
The lonely and some what aggressive
But still hopeful , sensitive and slightly possessive , been broken since a child so I got some bad coping methods .
Growing through experiences
Learning lessons I should've known
But now I really get it .
Be kind , head high , be more empathetic
But observant , catch vibes , and watch your words
They hurt like weapons .
