If You're Anything Like Me...

If you're anything like me.

You keep pining after the ones who don't recognize your beauty

You stay in the reels of your childhood mind

Fearing of crossing paths with a pack of wolves

'Cause you were raised by one

Constantly reminding yourself it's only just begun

You like piggyback rides even though you're afraid of heights

The smell of cigarettes burn your throat

Terrified the one who bestowed this toxicity upon you is lurking in the shadows

You buy lots of books, but never seem to read them

You drink a cup of coffee every evening

You reign supreme at being the weirdo outcast in your small city

You observe your surroundings more than you probably should

You stay on the sidewalk for fear you might get run over

by a herd of thieves

'Cause isn't there plenty on these fine streets

You stare at the sky in hopes a shooting star will go by

To be gone of all your worries

But all you see is airplanes, playing you dirty

You wish someone could understand your invisible pain

'Cause it only causes more trying to explain

You worry about your mistakes

Your need to perfect everything

How you could of worked harder

Pushed the little demons further

You wonder what you look like to another

If your beauty is as striking as your mothers

You stare and pick out little things about yourself you wanna change

Never being of age before you decide to rearrange

You watch your veins

Transporting the crimson metal through your cage

Before the circuit stops flowing

Ripping up the line between being alive and saying goodbye

You try and follow your heart

But sometimes your mind is at fault

You love the golden rays and welcoming ocean

The colorful fall and being in touch with your emotions

The bright rainbows and weeping willows

And the love you have for the sound of laughter

How it makes you feel like nothing is really the matter

If you're anything like me.

You do your best

You try and not have a feeling of bereft

You move on from the slow and steady crawl

From your bones being shackled and prod

Pat yourself on the back

Praying not to fade back into the black