|
[Mar 13th, 3:47pm] |
Looks like paying lip service isn't enough anymore,
But I'm never going to be anything less than I am,
Though I can still smile and nod with the best of them,
It's like a play we've been rehearsing for half our lives.
I think I'm done with masks and mirrors crack'd,
I'm done seeing through this rose tinted glass,
See I am what I am and I'll be who I'll be,
Though I'm still figuring out what it means to be ( me. )
|
|