• I'm scared.
    Not sure.
    Lonely.
    Insecure.
    I'm quiet.
    I'm calm.
    Fit in... yet
    Don't belong.
    They tell me to dream, but I have self doubt.
    I wish that life would figure itself out.
    Feelings are made.
    Then they die.
    Much like you and I.
    Who am I? Who are you?
    With our lives, what are we supposed to do?
    They try to control us, tell us who we should be.
    But I have these feelings so why can't they see?
    I want to do this.
    They make me to to that.
    But what they don't know is that I'M up to bat.
    I will always be who I was born to be.
    I will now and forever.. always be me.