Do you see me?
Am I real?
Is this all in my head?
I was once like you,
Happy to just be here...
Happy to sit and observe.
That is all I did,
That is how my story will be remembered.
I do not wish it to be so.
I wanna raise hell and drop the heavens,
Find my perfection in your imperfections,
Fix you to match what I call ideal...
Maybe that is where I went wrong...
The only thing I can be sure of is the reality of where I am,
How I am feeling,
And what has brought me here.
They say hurt people hurt people,
What I've seen is that the most wounded people spend their lives trying to fix other people.
I guess it makes us think we are undoing the hurt inside.
Maybe I am wrong.
All I do know is,
I don't wanna hurt anymore.
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