I wish I could live my life in couplets, and spend my years in prose.
I wish I could document my life in secret, in the way that no one knows.
I want for just one second for everyone to disappear so I can just be me.
And what I really, really want is for one second just to feel free.
I hate that there are people who see what I do, and take note of who I am.
I hate that I have to be wary of them, and keep my secrets behind a dam.
It hurts me that the times I want to scream are the moments I’m supposed to smile.
And I never know how to feel when I’m told to stand within the file.
Why can’t I just be who I am, why do I have to be the person you want?
Because I’m trying really hard to be that girl, I’m trying to fit inside your font.
But whatever I do I seem to do wrong, and I’m sorry, but I’m a little confused.
Because nothing I do ever seems to be right; I think I’m entitled to feel bemused.
I know that I’m not very talented, I know I can’t sing or dance or perform.
I know that I couldn’t ever comfort you whenever you’re feeling forlorn.
What scares me is that people think that I am the person they want to see.
But I’m not good at being that person at all,
I’m sorry, but my only talent is being me.