This is all just a constant battle
And I am so tired of losing
Afraid to fall too far behind
Life goes on, with or without you
It’s a show for the crowd
For which I’ve prepared nothing
And I am up next
I am not who I thought I was,
As it turns out
That’s a hard blow to absorb
Because apparently they all knew
Just never bothered to fill me in
The dramatic irony of it all
And I, here, long after the show is over
Trying to wipe the egg off my face
The lies, they just sat there, simmering
Underneath a fire of falseness
The glances at one another
That I didn’t catch
With the tears in my eyes
Finally, as all things unspoken
The pot boiled over
The battles are greater than I
They can have the win
I surrender, I’m defeated
I’m not fighting anymore
I’m too scarred
Too tired, too everything
There’s a whole other world out there
Where your opinions are not fact
Where your lies hold no value or valor
In fact, they mean nothing
Do not give me sorry
I need nothing with your sorrows
What I needed was to know
To know these things long ago
So I could have fled
And not wasted so much time here
What’s done is done
The fight is won
If it means that much to you,
Victory is yours, and I gladly give it to you
In exchange for my freedom
I’ll be gone
Where I belong
Where I am allowed to know who I am
And be who I want to be
And never have to feel sorry for that again.
