I'm sorry for who I've become

Those who don't know

I'm not all that real

Fall into the lines of pushover

And hopefully she's almost over

Her wars,

Her words are a bore

I'm sorry I can't fully write down

Every detail to the story

In the five minutes I have

I find myself lonely

'Why am I here at all'

A cliche I suppose

To make it sound okay

Relatable to those who say

Spring has come to bring

Sunshine and all those feelings

God! I'm crying out!

Who am I today?

Mother's perfect girl?

Father's demon world?

I'm sorry for being too sorry

Not an ounce of courage to find

There's no locks needing keys

No hidden message behind my teeth

Then why do you find it hard to speak to me

I can get up to date with the latest words

Love pink and crop tops

But that's not me!

Then who are you?