I'm tired of everyone thinking they know me
And the blanket of lies that they sew me
I am not a cross to bear
Or a canvas to be painted
I'm not here to please you
Or make your life feel fair.
Stop pretending you get it, that you feel it too
Because I fall between the cracks
Every god damn time
And you sinners know it's true.
People act like I'm a puzzle they can figure out
Like I can be molded and bent at their will
Im pushed too far
And I just want to cry, or scream, or pout.
There's something so hurtful about the way I go along
With how I'm treated and spoken to
Like just because I'm young I can't feel or understand or know things
I am misunderstood, mistaken, underestimated and taken advantage of, and it's wrong.
Well fine you want to see me that way?
Something easy to disobey,
An object thrown around at your dismay,
I will bleed and cry and break
But I will make you pay
Because my strongest advantage
Is the way you see me
You size me up and see nothing
You underestimate me
And that my dear will be your demise
Because I don't break under prying eyes
I thrive under pressure
And I keep myself like a treasure
I flit and I fly and I never come down
Not to this forsaken ground
The one that hurts and pulls and dies
All green on top where brown underlies
Grey beneath that and then molton so red, so hot
That's where I thrive,
Where my anger subsides
Because my skin is shiny
But I'm ash on the inside.