I used to say I don't care.

I used to believe it, too.

I could walk into a room

And head straight for my friends,

Without looking down,

Critiquing myself,

And searching for judging faces.

I want my freedom back.

Believe me, I do.

I might seem carefree,

But there are a hundred things going through my head

Things you wouldn't even think of thinking.

I used to love myself,

Used to embrace my unique personality,

My smarts.

Now I'm against it.

I'm against it all.

Now I can't help but think

That,

Despite all that,

I'm just not good enough.

So don't tell me

To be happy.

To stop being negative.

Stop telling me I wasn't like this last year.

Yes, I was.

I was just better at covering it up.

You say I don't seem like me;

Well, maybe it's because I'm not me.

Maybe it's because this monster I've become

Has stolen away the real me.