I'm in a pickle.
Everyone says that no one defines who I am
with the exception (of course) of them.
They 'truly' know me and they know me best
so I should listen up and let them clean up my mess.

But I like my mess.
I like the way my hair sticks out,
and the way my eyeliner is the only thing I keep clean.
I like myself, and I'm proud of what I've become.
I was happy with myself before you,
and I will be happy with who I am after you're done.

So why does my father think I won't amount to anything,
why does he think I won't ever succeed?
why doesn't he have faith in me and that
I am worthless because I am not filled with greed.

See, how they think I am won't help me if I listen
because I am worth something, anything,
because I am alive.
and because I am here with a purpose, 
I am far more than worthless.

But I am also far more than what the girl next door says I am
She says I am flawless.
She says I am everything she wants to be.
Don't be me, I am already taken
There is only space for one person in this mind
and you are not it.

I am
equal to you, and
you are
equal to me
we aren't better or worse off for we were all born to the same world
and there's only one of you and me

I am who I want to be
I am not who you think I am,
better or worse 
I am not according to your ideals.
So I will stick to what I think and what I am for
I was happy with myself before you 
and I will be long after you're gone.