What makes me tick?
What grinds my gears?
The things that I've held in for years.
What makes me tick?
What makes me mad?
All the things I've never had.

Like confidence or respect for myself.
And why? Because of the things I've felt.

Worthless, useless, hated, hatred.

But most of all guilt, in the form of my own silence.

I Put up a wall so I wouldn't be hurt but the monsters knew in which corners to lurk in my mind.

It was me all along.

Letting them shun me, allowing myself to believe the things they said.
All along, it was all in my head.

But that's not what makes me tick.

What makes me tick is what let it become.

All of our expectations to become someone that we are not nor will ever be.

Be a woman be a man, but I can't ever be me to please society.

Me is not good enough,
me is Too Fat, or short, or tall, or has curly hair instead of straight or doesn't walk with the right gait.

What's it all about?

What's the hype?

Can't we learn to love and not fight each other and ourselves or those who wish us well?

How did we become so individually isolated while surrounded by people who seem different but are really just mirrors reflecting ourselves?

What makes me tick is the pressure to be perfect and the power we give up by trying to achieve that unattainable position.

Yeah, that's what makes me tick... And I'm gonna do something about it.