Sadly I'm not what everybody wanted..
Reproach me, the one it seems that I am,
Call me fragile but sensible attacked..
And please remember it's also because of them...
A subject that mattered wasn't my prediction,
But silently I needed to talk to someone particular..
I haven't been mean or anything,
But I couldn't protect myself from having this inner war...
If I slightly hate myself for not being who I am..
Don't try to make this critical feeling undone..
It won't make me stonger if I don't even know myself,
And I wouldn't even prefer to know who I'll become...
If I might gave you the feeling you didn't mean anything..
I'll fight for the chance to make it all undone..
If it's all because of my attitude and being anxious..
I wish for reality which never begun...