Being honest or being isolating depends on who you are,
Reception tends to alter if you happen to be a star
If you admit your mental troubles and you don't seem to trend,
It's just concerning, not enlightening, when you go round the bend,
You're relatable if you package it right,
They'll worship you and lavish you with gifts for the fight
But if you don't have the numbers, and stutter with what you say
When you let down your defenses and alienating and depraved,
I mean, honestly, look at those we forgive,
The Kardashians and Osbornes with all the slack we can give,
But when our neighbor has a struggle, we can't seem to spare the buck,
We spent it on another famous rich dumb fuck,
It's like the icons took all our focus, we can see those around,
Those just trying to get their dreams off the fucking ground,
We can't see how little we have to do,
To make a soul believe that their hopes and dreams are true,
But it’s fine
I’m only dying on the inside,
I’m only honest to a fault,
unreceptive to your advice,
But its fine
I’m only exhausted with the climb,
I’m only exhausted with your words,
It’s only a matter of time,
Before i cross line
I’m wholly dependant on the perception of my peers,
My momentum is capped cause I’ve been pulling this weight for years,
And me talking about it, and tweeting about this,
Doesn’t change a thing,
so I put it down in lyrics that a cocky shit wouldn't sing,
I’m still just a kite lost in the wind,
Spinning down a suction, with no strength left to expend,
I’m learning that I can’t follow the advice of those who win,
Cause we may have the same job title,
But we are not kin,
I've been reaching out for a hand, and left to hang alone,
The only comfort I find is within the 4 walls of my home,
And the three bottles of dreams on my bedside table,
Are the pieces of the puzzle that helps my psyche keep the hold,
I'm not reaching for a savior, I'd just like to find a friend,
One who doesn't judge me for the lyrics I expend,
Just a soul who gets the struggle,
And an ear that I can bend,
A body to take some space and shield the candle from the wind
Nonbinary, Autistic,
Queer Musician, Pulling life out of the Inkwell, Pulling art out of the Abyss, Making beauty of the canvas I was given. We are artists. We are art. Create with the tools you've been given to make your life beautiful.
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