Me
I wish that I could change the way I am
But if I could then I wouldn't be who I say I am
And if I did how would I could I say Im me
I just wish that I couldn't be me
I sit back and I look in at me and i see,
just how sick that I am and I pleed as I bleed.
And I wait just to see if I can just not be,
Just as worthless as me and I want not to be,
with the sickness inside as I hide from,
my crys and try's to proceed to get by
withot crying again but I can't so I fall
within me untill I, can not cry, anymore,
till I see, what is wrong, with me.
I wait hastfully.
While I stair.
I don't care what they think, about me.
And I don't want to be who I am
If I could then I would change who I am.
But I can't so Im stuck being this shitty man.
I guess thats just what I am.
