who am i suppose to be?
what is it that they want from me?
would it help if they could see
the things i hold inside?
do they know the pain i'm caused
when they point out all of my flaws
and dig deeper with their claws?
do they care that my soul has died?
is it that they're always right?
that i'm always wrong, or is that trite?
or am i the fish that would not bite
and latch on to their ways?
i see too many little fish
that do and follow their every wish
and just keep taking all they dish
to follow their never-ending maze
well i'm too proud and i refuse
to be led or to be used
and will never put up with their abuse
as long as i'm alive
i'm sick of being down and out
i hate it when i am not allowed
to sometimes act a fool and clown
or to act as if i'm five
the child within is my queen of hearts
and with her, the living starts
as sadness and sorrow and depression parts
so i can spread my wings
'cause growing up is a part of life
and as it happens, there is some strife
so now is just the time to try
to avoid the path that stings
and through the heartbreak and the pain
through the cloudiness and the rain
and with all the smiles taken in vain
take a minute to look above
those stars transform the tears
into a smile that shines on for years
and takes away all the fears
and what you have left is love.