I'm sick of pretending to be what everyone wants me to be
I'm sick of having to muffle my sobs becuase they insult your sensitivity
I'm tired of having to change myself to have anything in this world
I'm tired of screaming behind closed doors
I try to be what everyone seems to want
I try to be what my mentors taught
I want to be someone in this world
but I'm being fucked with no choice of words
If I'm quiet I'm too boring
and if I'm loud then I'm being annoying
What the fuck do you want me to be?
What the fuck is still real within me?
Worlds filled with fakes as far as the eye can see
but they label someone who speaks out 'a curiosity'
Everyone claims to be unique but no one has even a clue of what it means
They wear their "outragious" clothes to "break the mold", "cut the seams"
But all they really do it for is the attention they'll recieve
I don't want your pity, I don't want your sorries, I don't want you to
deminstrate your acting skills
I'm fine on my own, Thank you very much but for today
I've had my "I 'really' love you" fill
I'm sick of the lies
I'm sick of my mind
I'm tired of my own reflection
I'm tired of your eyes peering and disecting
What the fuck do you want me to be?
What the fuck is still real within me?