We are expected to be full of ourselves.
We are expected to show the world only
What it wants:
Like prisoners on a hunger strike
We are bound and forced to swallow
This toxic concept of happiness.
We're forced to eat all of this up
And still we are left empty.
We are left empty.
And still I am empty.
This poison they fed me
When I dared not eat
Is blackening my veins.
My eyes are bleeding.
My lungs are heaving for life.
And it was not my death to die.
And in these last breaths I search.
And in these last breaths I have to learn.
I have to learn how to be myself
Because after 18 years
I can't tell you who that is.