It sucks to be me on so many levels,
Fooled by the demons, protected by angels,
I smile and I laugh, I frown and I sigh,
Spinning in circles, while I'm doing fine.
I dance without music, I stumble and fall,
I rise, I get angry and hit hard a wall,
I hate it, I love it cause this is so me,
It hurts me, it breaks me, it motivates me.
Some days I am good, then I turn really bad.
I think I am happy, but go to sleep sad.
I open my wings and try to fly high,
But when I look down, I fear I might die.
Sometimes, the apocalypse seems to be coming.
I'm on the shore, but I'm almost drowning.
I'm afraid of storms in clear daylight,
I surrender my soul without any fight.
But then there are days when I give myself love,
I see only rainbows and cute butterflies,
I like everybody and they all like me,
It feels the best time to breathe and to be!
Sometimes I need to be heard, to be seen,
To be what I am: a nice human being,
To go out, meet friends or strangers too,
Not to worry about what I say or I do.
But there come the days when I want to be dust,
To feel no love, hatred or lust,
To enjoy what I need most in the world:
Peace and full silence, not hearing a word.
There are these days when I look deep inside,
Finding myself the best place to hide;
Then I look in the mirror and what do I see?
My best friend forever and my worst enemy...
