I do not like how am I,
What I choose to be,
And I do not like me.
Life is not easy, it just teases you until the end.
They call my name, I might say here,
But no one is there.
They follow you around and tell you anything you want to do is possible, but…
They don't care.
They say you should try to follow your heart, do whatever it takes, but they have been there.
They want you to follow your dreams, because they have give up on them a long time ago.
But when you tell them who you really are,
How it really is,
They tell you it is stupid and unsuitable.
Except, you already knew that, deep in your heart,
But you have been trying to ignore that nagging depressant from the start.
If it takes so much to get there, what makes you think you can?
What makes you think that you can do it, hand-by-hand?
There's no one to believe in you, and they have a good reason not to.
Because all those people out there will always going to be better than you.
So what in the hell are you supposed to do,
When you're doubted, tossed aside, and there's damage that you cannot undo?
The answer is nothing.
And nothing is something, because there will always be doubters, there will always be haters,
And you can't stop them from unfaltering to you.
There's nothing you can do.
So I don't like me.
I don't like the way I'm portrayed as an ordinary she.
And I no longer want to be.