If You're Anything Like Me...
Everything's fine.
If you're anything like me.
You keep pining after the ones who don't recognize your beauty
You stay in the reels of your childhood mind
Fearing of crossing paths with a pack of wolves
'Cause you were raised by one
Constantly reminding yourself it's only just begun
You like piggyback rides even though you're afraid of heights
The smell of cigarettes burn your throat
Terrified the one who bestowed this toxicity upon you is lurking in the shadows
You buy lots of books, but never seem to read them
You drink a cup of coffee every evening
You reign supreme at being the weirdo outcast in your small city
You observe your surroundings more than you probably should
You stay on the sidewalk for fear you might get run over
by a herd of thieves
'Cause isn't there plenty on these fine streets
You stare at the sky in hopes a shooting star will go by
To be gone of all your worries
But all you see is airplanes, playing you dirty
You wish someone could understand your invisible pain
'Cause it only causes more trying to explain
You worry about your mistakes
Your need to perfect everything
How you could of worked harder
Pushed the little demons further
You wonder what you look like to another
If your beauty is as striking as your mothers
You stare and pick out little things about yourself you wanna change
Never being of age before you decide to rearrange
You watch your veins
Transporting the crimson metal through your cage
Before the circuit stops flowing
Ripping up the line between being alive and saying goodbye
You try and follow your heart
But sometimes your mind is at fault
You love the golden rays and welcoming ocean
The colorful fall and being in touch with your emotions
The bright rainbows and weeping willows
And the love you have for the sound of laughter
How it makes you feel like nothing is really the matter
If you're anything like me.
You do your best
You try and not have a feeling of bereft
You move on from the slow and steady crawl
From your bones being shackled and prod
Pat yourself on the back
Praying not to fade back into the black
About the Creator
Hailey Mattson
I'm just a girl sitting in front of a screen asking you to listen.
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