sometimes i wonder why i even try anymore
try to make you understand me
try to make my eyes fit into your head
so that you can see things the way I do
so that you can stop criticizing me for what I do
if someone tried to tell you what to do
how to think, how to see things
you’d get mad, wouldn’t you?
then why do you do this to me?
over and over
you do this to me
and even what you think you see is not truly me
it’s really not
you’ll never see what i really am
the me i keep locked up that no one can see
who could ever understand me?