I've found that accepting other people is easier than accepting yourself.
Which doesn't make sense, does it?
There's more people than you.
They out number you.
there's a difference.
You can't say goodbye to yourself.
You can't leave when it is you
with the spitting words and sharp tongue,
when the one who is hurting you,
they're kinda all you got
When your phones dead, when you messed up and the spot light is on you-
you got to count on yourself to back you up.
It doesn't always work...
but that's life.
You have to count on being able to breathe when there's no air
when this wasn't supposed to happen
When you weren't supposed to feel this way,
be this way,
fuck this up,
fall back further
and realize HEY
WAIT A SECOND
the weird one here.
when you really feel
all seven billion
and they really
out number you
And any hopes or aspirations feel so small
when I was little I had this imaginary friend named Shadow.
Now, I don't remember if it was because of some book, or Peter Pan,
or if I was more of a realist than I gave myself credit for,
But she was my shadow.
And I could always count on that.
When I was hiding in the dark,
so would she.
When I cried, or laughed, or played,
she'd be right along with me.
And I guess now I realize there's a lot of things we don't give ourselves credit for
and whether you remember their names or not,
or swear to be above such childish whimsies,
We were all
our very first best friends.