It’s not you it’s me.
No, it’s not me; it really is you.
I’m unknowingly forced to stay when a conversation or lecture is about to start.
I’m secretly terrified to even let out a fart.
When something is wrong or event take a turn
I’m left with nothing but freedom to yearn.
You come to me
Instead of leaving me be
And now I feel I’m becoming you.
It’s not bad
And I’m not mad.
You’re someone to admire,
However you sting like barbed wire.
It’s your words and love that hurt.
But too much suffocates; stresses and I end up feeling like dirt.
I ended up treating my other half like that too.
We even left together, expecting something new.
We were both wrong, I felt like a clone; I was becoming you.
I was becoming someone I’m not and too young to be.
I love you and that will never change. But I need to find myself first.
I need to be me,
So that I can finally be at peace.